Forced on an island
With no resources
Except my laptop
And the power of my will.
I plan
I learn
I teach
I scream…
I am alone
Despite being connected
Constant Contact
Back and forth
With no resolution.
Deserted, abandoned
My body
My hope
My will to continue this game.
Embrace my absence
As I embark on my own journey
Leaving this island behind
You will never see me again.
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Thoughts unfinished
Questions unanswered
Stories told
Or not.
I’ve spun so many tales
Shared so many lives
With myself
In the confines of my own haven.
But these words
Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Mean nothing
If these stories go untold.
On my own again
Stranded on an island
Of my thoughts-
The waters that surround me
Are currents of my memories,
Swirling whirlpools of chaos
Keeping me isolated.
I can’t escape
The dangerous waves of
“What ifs”
Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-
But I’ll construct
My escape from this godforsaken island
With a study raft of good intentions
And move forward on unsteady waters
To a new world yet unexplored.
Let’s reminisce
About the days
When we were old enough
To know better
But young enough
Not to care.
When we spent
Our hard earned money
On temporary satisfaction
Gone as soon
As they’d been obtained.
Liquid courage
To get us through
The days to come-
And the only things
We have to show
For our mistakes
Are the friendships
That made us stronger
And the lessons
We’ll never forget.
You are more
Than the sum
Of your lessons
Since the beginning of your time,
Stepping stones that lead
To potential
Forks, pitfalls, and hills
On this journey of life.
You are more
Than the difference
Of past and future colliding
The Impossible distance
From where you’ve been
And the peaks you’ve conquered
To where you’ll go
Speeding ahead into the unknown.
You are more
Than the quotient
Of your loved ones
Provided by a lottery
Good or bad
And the ones you choose
To reveal yourself to
Based on circumstance.
You are more
Than the product
Of society and individuality,
Pressure and instinct,
Colluding with each other
In public and in private
To create a version of yourself
For your success.
You are more
Than a complex equation
Of contradictories
That takes time and patience
For a solution.
You are more.
You are so much more.
Anyone who is looking for help
On their darkest days
Or even in their happiest of times
Does not deserve to suffer.
The act of seeking support
Shows a desire to change
A hunger for growth
A passion to live their lives
In the best way possible.
The pursuit of self enlightenment
Finding one’s purpose
And traveling through the
Hills and valleys of life
With their dignity in tact
Is reached through
Helping others
So they can build their foundation
And support themselves
And helping yourself
Be the best version of you.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s out there! This poem was inspired by my dad. He is the most giving person that I know, and has helped more people than I can count. My family continues to inspire me and teach me lessons about life, and I couldn’t have asked for better support.
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Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Of water
Falling
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
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I want to tell you
How I’m feeling
But don’t want dependence
To weigh you down.
I want you to see
That I’m hurting.
It should be obvious
Without words.
I want to know
Why nobody is around
When I’m hurting the most
But I don’t want an audience
For my tears.
I want to be heard
But can’t help
Soldiering on in silence.
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She knows me
For she shows me
How I should be
How I could be.
And she’s caught me
And she’s taught me
What I could know
What I should know.
But here I am,
Alone, I am-
So I’ll cry (not for a lover)
For my mother.
A child’s mind cracked open wide
For learning and growing
Walking all alone, their own stride
With confidence showing.
But soon they will grow much too big
And forget their own self.
They will have to search hard and dig,
Wiping dust off the shelf.
They will look back with a smile
On all the things they learned-
How could they forget? A long while…
My, how the tables turned!
http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 25. Catching up! 😉