Originally published 8/28/18, I offer this piece for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #119. Enjoy!
Feeling and analyzing as the inchoate rises in my mind.
I’m leaning into what arrives.
Layering thoughts to complete some insight.
I’m crafting wisdom.
Nothing is random in expression.
I’m sharing what’s important.
Who does it touch?
I’m hoping it’s you.
tumbling thoughts ricochet
in the gray matter
plinking to the next
in the series
of many bubbling up
one after the other
filling up the braincase
a headache soon to follow
exhaustion too
but there is no stopping
resolution required
the emergency du jour
needs attention
life doesn’t stop
because we’re weary
but it ends
when we give up
and give in
braving existence
requires strength
the reserve we lose
with each assault
and gain back ten-fold
with each victory
a deposit
for the next onslaught of life
slapping into us
being in it
means caution
steps boldly planted
hoping for outcomes
giving space to skip freely
in this one life
Deconstruction and comprehension of poetry are dependent on our past.
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My thoughts are unique or are they?
Am I an original or just a borrower from the inspirers of my past?
I fear the quality words will all have been spoken.
I wonder when it’ll all have been said.
Will my voice be muted before I die?
Before I leave my mark…
I Write Her 