Teddy and the tomb poem
I’m tired of listening to my own thoughts, so I can only imagine how you must feel reading them.
I know what it is important in life. Love – family – serenity – service – enduring friendships.
I’m burned out on the wheel though.
If I had a magic wand, it would put me somewhere with a future. A chance to spread my wings and not have them operated by ‘must’. Must fly here – must fly there – must not touch the light.
I wrote this poem years ago, and it’s become a metaphor for what could have been.
“In memory of …” the tomb began,
I could not read much more.
My loss engraved in cold grey stone, was too much to endure.
I turned away, too pained to stay,
And walked to clear my mind.
All the while regretting what I had to leave behind.
Posted on February 26, 2013, in Creative Writing, Uncategorized and tagged another bummer of a post, blue, changes, depressed, grey stone, hamster wheel, in a funk, loss, magic wand, mid-life crisis, poem, poetry, rut, stuck, what could have been. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.