I so selfishly wanted to wallow
in the aggravating disappointment
Of yet, another, unseen setback...
But what would that accomplish
Other than another slap in the face reminder
That I, alone, am not holding the reins
to my put-on-hold' life
or so it seems...
I want to raise the covers over my head
After letting my dog lick the tears
that fall, from my ' always an optimist' eyes
without any human's notice..and cry
Til I've no choice, but to close my swollen eyes
And sleep well after the alarm clock' s revelry...
But then, I remember I promised myself,
In a time, not long ago, of despairing doubt,
Two days, the allotted time, of feeling left out
Broken winged, and breathlessly bargaining,
Two days, downed and drowning in concussion,
And then I would rally what resources I've stored..
To once more, make sense of the senseless...
Resolve is such a powerful force, it can achieve so much and stall at the most inappropriate times. What a mantra to ignite resolve the 2 day rule, obviously housed in a all wheel drive life car called Resilience. Thank you for sharing this personal write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sleep... the mistress of despire... who would have thought to limit its time with a wakeup call?