on this journey through life -
anxiety, depression, & paranoia.
each take their turn up front;
I cringe with each "shotgun."
At times all is peaceful,
eyes focused up ahead -
hope, possibilities, promise & happiness.
but it's all so fleeting,
passing by without care.
Inevitably,
one of them takes control.
& suddenly it's like passing an accident;
everything just slows down
& I can't help but stare.
If only that was all,
but there are three of them -
anxiety, depression, & paranoia -
all seeking attention,
blurring what lies ahead.
The biggest problem are
the side and rear mirrors -
perpetually playing every transgression -
constantly there in my
peripheral vision.
With each new incident,
the reel repeats itself;
hope, possibilities, promise & happiness
diminish because I
can't help except look back.
On inspiration for this piece: This idea was pulled from Poetic Asides's 2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 27. "For today’s prompt, write a looking back poem."
Just three more days to go.... I'm amazed I haven't pulled all my hair out yet.
1 comment:
All those things that weigh us down.. the past can be a heavy burden, but maybe also the reason we are careful for good reasons.. your 3 companions need a few more I think... joy, laughter and optimism.. great work on the poem..
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