Fleeting

Alive 1/5

To my immortal Teacher,

Whom I admire

Who saves many that seeks Your refuge

Growing up trying to be as forgiving as You. 

After many years of ups and downs 

I lost my true self, my identity, and my spirit. 

Strayed away from the path You set upon me,

With full of doubts, hopelessness, and fear, 

Buried, cemented, and unmoving

Waiting for the rock to weather

Listening only to myself, 

Feeling only with my emotions, 

Shutting away from all of Your creations,

At the comfort of darkness, I oppressed myself

With superficial happiness and contentment

Convinced that this is enough for someone like me

'Safety' has become a word of excuse. 

As I rather choose to stay still in a fleeting life,

My vessel denies to accept Your blessings.

Yet, like water that seeps through my walls

You sent someone that shook my whole being. 

Brought pain that taught me to breathe a new kind of air, 

Exposed to light trying to keep on to what's left behind of my deteriorated shell.

12:34, I'll give it a try by taking one step forward.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem feels like a highly detailed way to look at how it might be for the person who chafes at change. The person who is inclined to stay in a comfortable rut, rather than go thru the pain of examining his life . . . becuz so often, such examinations point to a need to make some difficult change. Your poem describes the majority of people, staying in a stuck place, possibly bored shitless, but patting themselves on the back for finding a productive life groove (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[YanZeros]

Thank you Ms. Margie for writing this review 🙏
Take care and God bless!