Adulthood

merin96

How hard adulthood had hit you?

Maybe the metamorphosis to creature with thick skin around your heart.

It always acted as a buffer to protect myself from the pains and taunts of the world.

You may exist in a different timeline compared to your friends, Enslaving your life in front of the blue screens.

People may consider you foolish and aimless for following your dreams.

Loosing bits and pieces that you have always held close to your heart.

The voyage from one Pit stop to another to find what's right for you.

Keeping your stride ahead in your uncertainties and darkness.

Unseen and unheard by the world. Striving to hold a patch of cloud in your heart.

  • Author: merin96 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2022 08:44
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'You may exist in a different timeline compared to your friends,'

    'Loosing bits and pieces that you have always held close'

    'Striving to hold a patch of cloud in your heart.'
    Brilliant!
    forgive me dear Poet, I couldn't help
    scribble a few words as reply
    to express what your words
    inspired in me, thank you!
    (Some poetry is purposed
    to transport us and have us
    gliding
    above linguistic or imagery's
    creative clouds
    then, some poetry
    grounds
    our arrow impeded ankles
    'like Achiles'
    deeper
    in our quicksand's or bequeathed circumstances
    of fate
    reawakening those bruises, we strive
    to keep suppressed, deep within
    and in reading
    our most hidden truth's, being poetically
    expressed and distilled
    to resonate with us so accessibly
    comforts us and offers us
    that seed of inspiration
    to question:
    if we're not the only ones sharing
    this accursed
    trials and tribulations in life
    maybe
    there's a path, a window of opportunity
    for us, too
    to survive and someday
    ink something, by deed or word
    that others may relate to, so instinctively
    and thus, our life's story
    may make that Ulysses
    'metempsychosis' dream
    a reality, as a mantra
    for realising the Phoenix potential
    we all harbour
    to reinvent ourselves and curate
    what happy-ever-after
    we may be afforded by fate..)

    • merin96

      Thank you @L.B Mek. Thanks for adding meaning to this poem



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