When journey is savoured more than goal

spilleronsheet

A song stuck in mind 

the grey cells singing it’s own lullaby 

never knew the match was so addicted 

years of working hard 

where shall it end 


initially the mind fixated at goal

not looking beyond 

but only set at its goal

to reach there, the heart greatest desire 

yet there came a time 

we fall back in life 

the first failure came as heartbreak again 

recounting those memories brought tear inside 

 

 

yet the soul shoved the dirt 

tried hard to resist 

And to rise again 

gone was a year of fallen apart 

it was time to face the storm 

 

 

came back a new leap 

with strong courage it leapt again 

longer was the jump 

yet larger was the ditch to cross above 

to heart’s dismay 

Life was too short 

to save again 

The fall came back 

maybe the spring was far off

the poetry started again 

the rhyming of words 

the cheers of lines 

the abstract versions inside 

 

 

then again came the chance 

the soul focused on goal 

with all might 

stuffed air inside 

Ran with all might 

it did reach the finish line 

but alas it wasn’t about reaching 

it was about reaching the first

so again a disappointment shed over 

who knows what will happen next 

self criticism and sadness grip inside

 

 

yet the soul 

a total stubborn soul 

shoved off the dirt

wiped the tears 

bandaged the wounds 

carefully analysed 

back to travel 

leap or crawl 

never to stop 

until reaching the goal 

praises or critics hardly matters 

destined to where it should be 

 

 

all maybe same 

what was different this time 

maybe the persistence 

maybe the journey became warmer than desire to reach the goal 

not always the end matters 

the means matter too 

the process turned sweeter 

may or may not be goal soon 

leave it aside 

loving the process of knowing the one inside 

 

 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2022 00:47
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write S.
    Maybe in reaching some goals, we may say 'Hmm, what next? I've arrived now!'

    • spilleronsheet

      So true dear Orchi
      I don’t even feel like life is a race now

    • Poetic Dan

      Unbelievable ending that said its OK as long as I know myself by the end of the day!

      Fantastic as ever my friend

      • spilleronsheet

        Thank you dear friend
        You read right into it

      • Paul Bell

        The greatest end to any goal is life, its self. Anything in-between is probably inconsequential. The January diet, keep fit, is testament to that. When I set goals, I fail. So I find myself just doing things and getting them out the way.

        • spilleronsheet

          So true
          Resolutions made are to me at to be broken
          But it’s alright
          Make many resolutions
          Maybe one or two may cling throughout the year

        • L. B. Mek

          reading your words
          felt like, my eyes
          were following, a gentle shoreline
          ebbing and flowing
          and with every line
          your insightful point's
          were inching closer, to that sand
          of a past
          you're trying to wash-out
          and replace
          with a refreshed, taste
          of salted Sea: hope
          that kind of salt
          that makes our alcohol
          taste evermore, bitter sweet
          with each sip...
          (another great write! dear Poet
          remember to let you poetry
          breath
          so that your readers, can easily
          identify
          your most pertinent points..)

          • spilleronsheet

            Thank you so much dear Mek
            Few days my mind is in a bit dilemma
            It knows it has to stride with all its full beam
            But then feet halts, fearing the past
            Then it tells why dwell in so many numerous thoughts
            Throw them away and march forward

            • spilleronsheet

              And to read your comments I feel so encouraging
              Spirited
              As a student praised by a teacher
              As if getting a medal
              Thank you so much dear Mek for such kind and encouraging words
              You always read the poet inside out
              Cause the poetry is a reflection of the poet inside
              It takes an intellect soul to read through the poetries of all kind
              Thank you for the wonderful insight, the gentle advice
              The truthful assessment and the bright light

            • dusk arising

              Your positive thinking converted set backs into opportunities. Along the way wisdom came and made each step that bit easier. Just as it will when you become old and past it LOL like me. You'll have gained the wisdom to gracefully accept both what life brings and what it takes away. Self knowledge, well by then you'll know a lot about yourself.... you're a poet, you already know a lot about yourself.

              • spilleronsheet

                That’s true
                I indeed know a lot about me
                A part of me that goes straight
                At times i am too stubborn
                Both a curse and a blessing sometimes

              • spilleronsheet

                Thanks dear Teddy
                It’s high time that spring now shall come in life
                Continuing autumns, had too many in life



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