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Survived, but for what?

bungling backfolds
of counted credentials
blessings fade to the tick-
a clicking needle over
and over...
and over...

harshness harrowed
in mile markers passing
speckled sunshine
over mediocre
ordeals...

should one be want
to achieve more
than the him-haw'd
idle idolatry of
lazy living?

comfort creatured only
in illusioned ideals spread
in violin vats of self-strung
shaken spiel...

dying not to be reborn-
rather fisted in furious
refusal to drudge on
dolefully, dutifully
to self-sworn lackness...

prescriptive promise
of hope's harness, hides
the psychosis of perceived
restive release...

cracking cave of confidence
yawns its' gaping jaws-

and swallows depression's krill...

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It is safe for me to cry now, I've had a really rough year.

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  • storiesuntold gold member
    January 25

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    Oh my goodness

    I have had a few of those myself and often now that Im older I can still smile once I know whats going on and say if there is a will theres a way and in time I am shown just what it is I need to do . This is a poem of strength that we all have witnessed and yes we at times think about just giving up and setting down .But that usually last a short while for the bordom takes its toll and off we go again


    • Hetha gold member
      January 25
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      Thank you

      In one year I have survived a tornado that nearly destroyed my town, cervical cancer and all the treatments that have ensued, an arsonist fire to my neighbor's house, a grandparent who has fallen terminally ill, and now will need assisted living to help her. Still, I breathe and survive and live, and managed to crawl out of bed everyday to go to work and put my 200% into everything I do for my job and the community around me. I was merely having a moment of respite in between all that, and wondering where it will all lead? I'm a person who focuses on living in the present, the future is carved by what we do today, and the past is dusted off the horse I keep mounting. I have no choice but to keep going. Thank you for reminding me of my Texan values.


  • Laura Lamarca gold member
    January 6

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    It was always safe to cry Hettie...I'm here holding you...just the same as always. Now let's start thinking of that vacation - the one where we laugh and cry together I love you sis, very much.


  • maralisa silver member
    January 6

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    aw how true your words are we all need to cry it helps us grow a wonderful poem your imagery is so powerful and your emotions brilliant thank you for sharing maralisa

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