An Elegy
Poem A Day Challenge - February 3, 2024.
Here lies my youth; Gone before I could realize it, Stripped away Before I had the chance to say "goodbye." - It's hard to pinpoint the moment...
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Ah, I feel you. I'm so sorry you're experiencing this but I hope you have moments of levity to ease the burden. I try not to notice the changes that come with aging, the shifts in perspective, the future looking pretty much the same, the dread of prioritizing things that don't fill me up...but eventually it all comes to mind in a big group, and it's not a great moment. May not mean much coming from someone you don't know well at all, but remember that you're in control. ššš
This is very relatable, a true elegy for something I think many of us have lost... or at least lost track of. Brilliant piece. :)
Wow, I know this is about your job, but it also represents a wider conversation about life as a whole. Incredibly well done.
Take it from someone who's been there many times with jobs and life in general. Nothing is ever what you imagine it should be, it's what you turn it into. Only you can make life worth living. Okay, I'm done preaching.
Goodness, I just feel this way in general. So relatable and well said. Sorry thought that your job makes you feel this way :(