2013/03/24

One direction

Life has been difficult but I wish to be strong.  I wear black but I do not wish to mourn.  I am told that nothing will change but I seek something new. I cannot move on blindly so I reflect, trying to come back to myself.

Why then, when I reflect, do I not return but instead see myself moving away?

Thanks to The Mag.

12 comments:

Strummed Words said...

I do like the introspection in this poem...

Grace said...

Nice capture of the emotional blankness & inner turmoil ~ Are we really moving away, as if accepting life's events ~

SueAnn Lommler said...

Yes indeed! This was fabulous!
Hugs
SueAnn

Jinksy said...

That sends my thinking round in circles...

Berowne said...

Quite responsive, alive to the prompt...

L said...

One MUST come to terms with self.


A bit haunting...moving vignette.

Dave King said...

Superb. Philosophy of a sort -- the sort to confound the philosophers. It's time poetry gave them a run for their money.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

There are times in life that feel like this.

Karen S. said...

Moving forward is the answer! Lovely depth in your words.

Sue said...

Circular, in a good way, because it makes me think.

=)

Little Nell said...

This is tortured soul indeed. I sense something of Hamlet here. Does this way madness lie?

Katherine said...

Great! Learning by looking back in order to move forward..is THE only way! This was great!

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