Timeline: Reflection To Realization

Reads: 240  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written: circa 2010

Meaning: I actually wrote this in three separate sections. They are placed in order of first to last written, but the specific order also has a meaning behind it. This is my usual thought process. I will reflect on something in my past, then contemplate what I will do in the future to make the reflected memory different next time I encounter a similar situation, and finally I'll realize that those two moments do not truly exist and I should focus more on the present moment.

Submitted: January 26, 2013

A A A | A A A

Submitted: January 26, 2013

A A A

A A A


The Past

Shackled to my ankles like a ball and chain, tossed over a bridge into its deep blue grave.

Arms fighting, for air, for freedom, for anything.

Legs falling into apathy, into compression, into nothing.

Split in two, there's a war in between.

Half isn't enough to save me, but it's certainly enough to sink me.

Resistance. Alleviate all energy.

Hopeless. This will be the end of me.

This will be the end of me.

The Future

Tied tightly to my mind it feels so real, but is merely a dream.

Bloodless thoughts of a better time sweep me off my feet.

Carry me high, hopes and dreams within my reach.

Closer to the sky and the light I plan to besiege.

Until I realize I'm just another lifeless deadbeat.

It leaves me to die as I fall to the ground far from my feet.

Resistance. Alleviate all energy.

Hopeless. This will be the end of me.

This will be the end of me.

The Present

Not a moment too soon. Not a moment too late.

Eyes fixed on my unraveling fate.

Heart beating a rhythm to sate.

Lungs breathing a meaningful intake.

Mind learning from constant mistake.

I'll walk this sturdy soil with all of the above.

I'll fight for my right to take off the glove.

I'll teach this land the meaning of love.

Life is my branch as I am the dove.

Resistance. Alleviate all energy.

Hopeless. This will be the end of thee.

This will be the end of thee.


© Copyright 2019 HR Matthews. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply