Pursuit Poem, by Sonoran Bard, at My poetic side

I carry it so I don’t leave it behind for someone else to find.

I hide it because it’s not what I want people to see.

Aren’t we trained to look our best?

And cover up the things that don’t quite measure up?

Life on a small rock is a competition between two foes.

Unless they realize they just want a turn in the sunshine.

Time and attention, the treasure trove of the first world.

But I can’t shine.

The sun still hurts my eyes.

I’m afraid to say I’m ashamed,

And I’m ashamed to say I’m afraid.

The weight on my back is seeping down to my feet.

I’ve been occupied making sure I looked as good as I could,

I didn’t stop to notice,

All of us dancing the same dance of concealment.

Is anyone any good anymore?

Is there anyone honestly among the best?

Have we become skilled in deceitful presentation,

Just to raise an impossibly high bar even higher?

We are missing something.

Everyone has an answer.

How will we know the right answer when we hear it?

Comments +

Caring dove October 18th, 2021 13:34
I like this ) good poem ., sometimes it’s difficult to feel we can be ourselves .. maybe we fear being rejected or judged
L. B. Mek October 19th, 2021 04:14
'We' that's an everyone included, 'we'
have reactionarily, constructed
a societal wide phenomenon
of a meritless, based 'assumption' of worth..
with causes ranging, from those 'participation' medals
that seemed so clever, as acts of humanist kindness, only
to have them 'mature' as the basis, for an entire generation
achieving adulthood status, and finding out
ain't no one! gonna give you sht for free, in-fact
the world, works Very hard
at ensuring you're denied,
what you justly deserve!
(really related, to the tamed Rage
your writing subtly hints at;
like that unfathomable realisation of the ludicrous state, we're being asked to inherit the world,
after all this decades of supposed progressive thinking
and all-that pixelated, binary 'Achievement'...
thanks for sharing, a great read)

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