I know
he's out there,
on that
same fringe.
I think
he's struggling
to understand
it all too
impossibly well,
in his own
struggling way.
He doesn't
know that
I understand
it,
the things that
it's not fair
that he
already
ought to.
It's a blessing
and a curse,
this life
of precise
self-actualization.
This cumulative average
and output
of self-imposed
deprivation.
Isolation.
A partition
in your head
between you
and them.
Self-preservation
from the ability
to feel keenly,
too much,
and
beautifully,
everything.
About Me
- Sublime
- Oblivion, Midwest, United States
- At age 41, overcoming some of my biggest fears has granted me periods in my life of supreme respect for the grand plan of the universe. Unfortunately, I’ve learned I have the idiotic ability to forget some of the huge lessons. Luckily, my cosmic fortune cookie never seems to mind having to repeatedly tell me things until I get it! My favorite foods include Easy Cheese, shelled & salted peanuts, red-pepper hummus and pizza in any form. I’ve realized I never really quit smoking; I just stop for periods of time. I no longer cry over spilled milk. I recently figured out that I do so much better when I’m not going in ten directions at once. I’ve also been hit with the realization that I’m never, ever going to find happiness outside of myself – it has to come from within. The true meaning of this came to me during meditation, at which point, I literally gave MYSELF a hug. Finally, I know if tomorrow comes then more change is inevitable and embracing is easier than resisting it.
3 comments:
This poem is so full, yet so empty. It reflects something that I too have experienced, and poignantly so.
Thank you for taking a stab at something so ethereal. It speaks to me about things that are hard to feel, yet even harder to express.
I love the observation about self-preservation and the dangerous, thrilling adventure of feeling too much.
Beautiful depiction of self-preservation and complete surrender to feelings.
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