A letter to myself.

An Idea and A dream

two words that have left me in some kind of amusement park

I'm probably sitting in a merry-go-round with seats full of crashed dreams and lost glimpses of hope

follow and protect your ideas and dreams

I want my dreams to rescue me

I want your dreams to rescue you

Amidst my trail of thoughts, I realize that I'm the only shield against that which is set to obliterate my dreams

What we ought to do wails to us endlessly

it yearns and seeks our attention, but like they always say

distorted waters can never portray a clear image, but the still and calm waters can.

Sometimes the words burn inside of me like they want an outlet

maybe on that merry-go-round, I'm the last clown 

it's like every word becomes a crude form of lava and my whole entire body is a living walking volcano

I hope you'll indulge yourselves in this calm eruption of molten words. 

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Dear SELF,

As a child I loved the see-saw in the amusement parks and the swing. Growing up, I have developed a weakness for swinging between my dreams and see-sawing with my intentions till its not so amusing anymore. Dreams are like Volcanoes that you mention in the poem and our words are the lava rattling within them. If not channeled properly, the dreams will come to symbolize disaster in our lives.

I loved this poem for its artfully stated truths, great imagery and message. Well done!

[SELF]

Hello DIVYA,
Thank you for taking the time to immerse yourself in my minuscule piece of imagination. I'm so glad it touched you.

//SELF.

[DIVYA]

Absolutely my pleasure. You are most welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really excellent metaphor in this piece.
I like the content and the shape...
j.

[willweb]

Following one dreams lead to words erupting into poetry. Often those dreams come but disappear quickly because they weren't another's idea of dreams. Only the true dreamers can hold onto those dreams when they do come true. Nicely expressed.