This poem is my way of attempting to crawl out of this funk I feel so stuck in lately. Sometimes it’s hard to persevere when we aren’t achieving our goals as quickly as we had imagined.
I’m fighting through the facade in a myriad of emotions… picking and choosing, quite selectively, which ones I should be…
As my body adapts from cold to warm, I see it’s true: there’s a light after every storm…
To become an adult we need to transcend our parent’s teaching and form our own understanding of reality.
I’m slowly melting
I guess I’m to blame
EMOTIONS ARE LIKE AIRPLANES,
WITH TAKE-OFFS AND CLIMAXES…
We live in a culture that almost constantly promotes offensive and dangerous dynamics within our interpersonal relationships.
You’re using me.
Do you think I can’t see?
The sand is a soft blanket on the bottom of my tough feet.
It reminds me of the memories that shaped my personality.
When I was a kid, everything was different:
My outlook on life so shallow,
My idea of a future so narrow.
As I lay awake tonight I think about your perilous life. I attempt to envision it, try to relate, but I’ve simply never witnessed such violence and hate.
Our enemies thrive on fear and anxiety, injecting them into our entire society…
Sensitivity. I’m in the middle of an unrelenting war with this aspect of my personality. Normally, I’m so busy fighting it that it seems counterproductive to publicly analyze its existence. But, I’ve decided to do just that in an attempt to help myself. We’ll see how it goes.
What do you do if you know exactly what each emotion is for…