Moving in and out of doorways
Cycling through
Marching to the compulsory drum
Accomplishment earns
Over doing rewarded
Drowning in an illusion
Influenced by the defunct
Nameless, faceless
The pool of obligations
The vat of expectations
Wide eyed subterfuge
A blind push
Yet we ascribe
Dutifully
Burnt out, burnt up
Begging for liberation
Time irreversible
Lost time cataclysmic
Reclaim, refrain
Resist the implicit
March to your drum
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The media and society send a message that we should be doing, going, active, involved at all times. These expectations are unattainable and unrealistic. They lead people to over commit, overdo and string themselves out. There is great joy and solace in a slow-paced life where you can connect and observe. I will not heed the call.
- Category: Reflection
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Katie this hits where advertisers promote, politicians plea, the media fires us up and our neighbors expect what is more than good for us. It drives the economy it sells and it smells. Be what we are not what society expects and wants. A lovely write
Katie, that “pool of obligations / vat of expectations”…that’s the line that really stays. It captures the weight without needing to explain it. Beautifully done, my friend. And amen to your comment. Me either! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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