Newness

Newness

A Poem by Kay

They say we’re driven towards newness.


From an early age

we take our favorite toys,

the little plastic doll,

the firetrucks and legos,

the teasets and plush animals,

and we hug them to our chests tightly

- for a moment.


Then it shifts from being in our view

to pushing it backwards on a shelf.


The excitement and appreciation was a flame,

dissipating like a cigarette’s life

into cold, transparent ashes.


We walk past something else that has taken our desire,

a new toy -

a new thing to play with -

a new image -

a new person to play with -

until that person isn’t new anymore.


So we put him or her on the shelf,

accustomed to the subtle details that made our hearts pound once

like thunderous hammers battling on the skirts of heaven,

silver sparks dancing between the stars.


We accuse boredom, mistakenly.

We let her cry waterfalls into her covers, missing us.

We let him punch the lamp and bleed his hands in misery.

We injure, create soreness, sourness, as we look away

browsing what’s new.


And then we go, refusing to look behind,

packing our bags and igniting our ignorance to the damage done,

expecting the answers to an uncertain happiness on the road ahead,

leaving our foundation behind.


What we meet is an understanding;

newness is not joy,

nor is it permanent.

It slips through our fingers like the sands of time,

absorbing the minutes, days, months, years.


We chase an illusion that constantly eludes us,

running circles in poor decision blindfolded.


When the veil is finally lifted, tears spring up wildly.

Regret is here.


We look back;

the flower behind our ankles grew from a budding stem

into a breathtaking rose

- not ours to hold anymore.

© 2018 Kay


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Beautifully expressed and so true Kay. Us humans are strange creatures to say the least. Never happy always bored or wanting something new or flashy, just like a kid, never growing into a proper adult and leaving all that to a kid in the past, so ironically sad and so very true!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Kay

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much! You described it exactly. =)

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