Life… (a poem)
Obligations and desires compete for my time
but are beaten down
when exhaustion enters the ring.
Obligations and desires compete for my time
but are beaten down
when exhaustion enters the ring.
My mom used to write letters at the end of each year, to keep friends and family up to date on the happenings in our family.
I hadn’t written any poetry in a while. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote a little update letter of my own.
The clarity I seek is regarding how to remain calm
amidst the storms swirling round about me,
how to be of help and live compassionately
towards those in most dire need,
those who may not appreciate or understand
the choices I make each day.
(1,108 words)
I find it funny,
not in a humorous way,
that I have hope.
That I can still have hope.
…I just keep holding on.
Scents of countless delicacies combine.
Enticements abounding.
Sounding china and silver sit atop the din.
Conversation flourishing.
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.
There is no part of me that belongs to another.
I choose to share at my own discretion.
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