Leaving the known for the uncertain
Brought only ephemeral bliss.
As months passed, I have found myself beaten
By the things I cannot do, the fear. Things felt amiss.
Sitting all day, doing nothing productive
Is a terrible thing for someone who was always busy all day.
The feeling, the situation made me less assertive
In undertaking life whatever they may say.
It has gone monotonous and I deeply craved for change.
Surprised that it was not found in the abyss of uncertainty
But in the humble comfort of no one strange.
Yes, in short meetings there it was aplenty.
I may have been distracted, blinded even
By, again, this another ephemeral bliss.
Insisting and just living on what is given
Forgetting the battle, my own nemesis.
What is keeping me sane also causes me to withhold.
This pains me but thank you and know that I love you a million
I have to step away and make my own mold.
Face the fear, the sadness and finally move on.
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