Born Anew

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

My Mum told me you don't want to grow old and bitter,

The righteous ones are always forced to submit, become a quitter.

Move on and shut your mouth, wasting my breath,

See change overnight like a sober man on crystal meth.

Brainwashed men with lunatic wives, 

Happens both ways, so it's no sexist jibes.

Trying to remain positive but finding it so very hard,

Shaun's an immovable object that's foot and leg scarred.

Just where in the hell are we going as a society?

I've felt differently since starting the sobriety.

Can be personal and reflectional, 

My life needs to be more correctional.

No, not needing prison or a facility of reform, 

God, why have I felt different since I was born?

Gathering my thoughts but brain becomes clouded,

Stop listening to views with no basis and unfounded.

Put the past behind you as regret can also destroy us too,

Feeling like I've still got a long way to go before being born anew.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem uses the term born in a religious manner that then would make sense in the terms of feeling different since born. Nicely written

  • orchidee

    Yet we are born anew - or 'born from above' or 'born again' - once we receive the Holy Spirit. This can come at the same time as accepting salvation or may come at a separate time. This is how I see it. I suppose one knows they are born, that they are alive - even a certain character who has gone home could know this. We knows him. lol.

    • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

      Amen to that, you just had to bring up E.T. haha!

      • orchidee

        He sneaked in. I don't know if there is life on other planets. I doubt it. Or if there is, if they need salvation too or not. I could get the number 7 bus to, e.g. Jupiter and find out, I suppose! lol.

        • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

          Lol.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Shaun, this reads like a confession in motion. Anger, doubt, resolve, and longing all coexist, circling the idea of being “born anew” not as a finish line but as a slow, unfinished process. That honesty is its strength. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • rhmn_7

          "God, why have I felt different since I was born?", a questions most of us ask but none can answer. Inspiring words Shaun!



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