“Sometimes we can’t accept how good things are even when compelling evidence is in plain sight.”
New me, old thoughts,
Self-doubting narratives I wield,
Driving me to truly question,
Everything I ever believed to be real.
For one full day I’d like to hold,
The image of the life I desire,
If only to taste conviction,
In what I build from my inner fire,
Dim lights on faded signs flicker,
Dated messages on display,
Giving directions to memories,
That exist as mere illusions today.
No committee has been appointed,
To enact meaningful change,
So it must be up to me alone,
To make things a little less strange.
I grit my teeth and spit blood,
As a reminder it’s mine to bleed,
Time to sweat and toil,
Time to violently seize what I need.
With every tool at my disposal,
Boldly armed to craft my glory,
I shape my reality as I please,
Forging new chapters in my story.
This is such an evocative poem. It speaks to the fact that we, as humans, tend to play down our hopes and wishes so that the disappointment won’t hurt so much. We seem to rob ourselves twice- once when we stop ourselves from dreaming our wildest dreams . Then, when those dreams come true , we worry about the dream not lasting .
I’m sorry if I went off on a completely different tangent than what was imagined for the reader . However, your words and my imagery at the beginning of the poem led me down this rabbit holes. So, apologies for the off-road trip 🫣
I’ll just read your poems instead of posting my own at this point. This was great! 💓