Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Was I always such a fool, played again and again? Forever manipulated, forever controlled. Never learning, easily a step or two behind.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
Everyday I pose to myself, what shall I do? Most days it’s already decided. Go to work. Living that safe life of routine.
It seems the older I become, the harder it becomes to change. Were I a ship, I believe my rudder to be too small. No matter how hard I push against the current, I gain little against it. Ultimately returning to a course not to my liking.
That night, so long ago. Flashes of it remain, sharp in my memory. It was a night, it was the night, that solidified my identity.
Finding luck. Does it even exist? It must for some. How easily some slide through their lives, hopping from lily pad to lily pad. Always landing perfectly, never a second thought to the possibility of it being any other way.
What truths do gravestones tell? Besides the dates inscribed. Loving husband, devoted wife, these words adorn many a stone.
What comes? Do they know? Have they been lying to us all along? All the science is there, certain people have told what they think is going to happen. What they believe is happening as I write these words.
Cold gray skies, days of seemingly endless rain. Just a hint of blue please, if only for a moment. Something to lift my spirits, something to calm my soul.
Streaming tendrils of my life flow out in all directions. A quantum entanglement of emotions, like steam from the kettle.
We’re all in the same boat. Leaking, tilting, rudderless, boat. It’s not a pretty sight. This Monty Python craft of humanity.
I don’t belong here, not really. This place is not for me. I yearn for a different reality, one suited for one such as me.
What was it that spurred me so, to lash out without true cause? What needless words spewed towards others for what? Some minor infraction of imagined slight? Some petty event?
