Setting Intentions
March 2023 Slice of Life challenge
A rowboat
no motor in obligation I am forced to use the oars paddling it in the expected prescribed direction Anxiously awaiting the moment I can finally drop the anchor float stagnantly barely drift listening to the metallic rhythmic sloshing nowhere to be no pronounced expectations When there is no need for the oars There are times when I find the anchor forgotten My boat drifting aimlessly No destination required No desired place to be accomplishing nothing I linger here
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My routine was disrupted
I had to take a break I thought I’d be missed Or at a minimum Someone would notice That I was gone. I even dropped subtle hints No one picked up on I could have moved, died Disintegrated into nothingness How long would it have taken For someone to question My absence This leads me to question Who else has taken a break Do I miss them Did I notice they were gone We need to open our eyes And notice the void Reach out As I wished someone had For me. She was a mere
afterthought I wasn’t even a thought I was belittled behind my back then mistakenly to my face I don’t fraternize with evil for the same reasons I won’t with you the apology was empty dry not one drop of sincerity existed within it go ahead we will continue to trudge on without you my dream
was to sing deep from my soul raw poetic words the audience would only know their own translations in plain sight my emotions safely cloaked in anonymity instead the world will not hear what I yearn to secretly reveal my songs simmer inside me I ache to release them I lament As my time has passed No other human
knows everything About me Except myself There are forever secrets encased inside me No one will ever know Some unimportant Others kept intentionally locked up Most barely know my surface And definitely not what’s below Few know more than others Some different than others But no one No one knows all Some are my joys Many are my burdens All belonging only to me. I imagine
I am the stranger who will take notice of the torment inside you my soul like an angel seeing the hurt ever so slightly dripping out from the cracks where it is no longer sealed I invite you to sit in understood silence my hand on yours and you are no longer alone You appear
an encasing only the irritated air surrounding you the face disgusted the verbal responses of indifference Are not for me Are not because of me Are definitely not about me explain it? No one has the slightest idea The sludge that’s fermenting inside you the shell is all I see You will go on As long as you can Without letting it seep Through the cracks or worse Erupt For everyone to see Easily noticed
Robot like Intriguing At first Begging be to analyzed Two handed bounce Grouped in threes 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. Whistle blows Lifts the ball other elbow raises and bends mechanically quick look back sharp look forward front foot light toe taps 1, 2, 3 Toss the ball Smack it over Cannot watch anymore Hair stands up On my neck I have no choice I must Hide my eyes I wander fruitlessly
in my mind considering different places where I could go to escape church to silently sit in a pew hang my head and be library to aimlessly wander the stacks read the titles and be TJ Maxx to absentmindedly walk the aisles move the hangers and be yoga to release my breath melt into my mat and be an old diner to sit alone remembering pondering the menu and be no perfect place exists I cannot find it because I think it is my mind I so furiously want to escape A snake nut can Set aside Not knowing for how long Sitting on a shelf Springs compressed Someone handed it to me The lid flung open a passion was released Not one forgotten But one neglected A talent resurrected My soul pouring out In song Many songs Joy encased me As I allowed the crystal clear Melody to flow into the air I was revived It is open now Not sure when Or why It will get closed up And set aside again I cannot forget What is inside It is powerful And I may need To be saved again |
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