Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Stuck

I'm not growing
I'm not going
Anywhere
Stuck like Jack in my box

I want to pop out
Make a splash
A scene
An impact

Like a shooting star
Crash landing on earth
Trying to make
My crater on this planet

Friday, March 13, 2015

Crisis

It was just a routine day
The same as any other day
I woke up with a gasp
From my worst nightmare
The bad dream that was my life

Where was I? Why was I?
This isn't what I'd planned
My dreams were so small
My worries - my self! -
So puny, so insignificant

I spent all day swimming in my thoughts
And such nasty, hateful thoughts at that
The waves of venom crashed over me
Drowning me, carrying me away
To the shores of despair and self-pity

And was I a pitiful creature!
The rear-view showed naught but regret
And the path ahead, the same but worse
But worst of all was my present
So selfish was I, so ungrateful, so unseeing

The mirror, too, disapprovingly reflected my image
Almost as if showing me what I had become
I could see the ugliness there
Colored by envy, cowardice and inaction
I watched this rainbow, counting the colors

Then stepped out and counted the stars
The birds, the trees, the blades of grass
For a moment detached, not *me*
For a moment just there, just then
And I laughed at myself, and hit reset.

Play

"Would you like to play a game?
One that nobody has ever won
Will you accept the challenge?
The ball's in your court now"

A coward I am not
I pick up the gauntlet
"When do we start?", I ask
"Oh, the game's already begun"

"Well, what are its rules?"
"There are no rules", you say
"But all games must have rules"
"Not this one." "Okay"

Dodge, evade
Bob and weave
I'm cornered now
I can't get out

Who can hope to win
A game that is rigged?
Yet who can resist trying
When playing is such fun?

Risk

Would you take a risk
For a magnificent unknown that could be?
Or would you play it safe
And take the route home you've always known?

Would you risk getting lost
That you might find wonderland?
Would you risk falling
That you might learn to fly?

I'll take the exit, I'll jump off the cliff
Because even if the chute fails
At least I'll know that I flew for those few minutes
That felt like an eternity and still not long enough.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Terrors

It creeps up on me
Like a silent thief
Come to steal my joy

It creeps up on me
Like the bitter winter air
I'm too numb to move

It creeps up on me
Like a spider in the shadows
I'm infected by its venom

It creeps up on me
Like the ticking second hand
I watch, for I cannot outrun

It creeps up on me
Nowhere to go, or hide
Nothing to do, but fight