not wonder, wonderings
Today was all around a pretty good day, but as I'm here, visiting I can't help but think about many things. I'm trying to make sense of both my life and life in general. It is one of those days where both answers elude me.
As I was searching through the documents on my computer today I found the following poem I wrote a month or two ago, but it fits my thoughts like a glove.
sitting in the dark
lonely in the stark, white room
no cozy, comfortable night for you
faced with the cold reality
there's nothing you can do
what is it that changed?
lay awake in the dank cold
it seeps slowly through my bones
numbing me as it goes
i am closed off and unfeeling
my eyes fill with nothing
a blank stare
the light is dying
what will spark me back to life?
what will thaw me out of this paralysis?
i know you are real
i know you are here
but i cry out to you
and hear no answer
your miracles reverberate around me
none of them clutch me
my dreams are borne of a pipe
they slowly disintegrate like ashes
where is the meaning i need?
the answers are out there
i can almost hear their mocking
"come and get it"
maybe i should
I am not full of wonder, but wonderings. The two are so very different. One paints a picture of an awestruck child seeing snow for the first time. The other is a picture of angst and questions hurled at the sky, desperate for answers.
here's hoping the answers
come as easily as the questions