by Rochelle Del Borrello
I confess I am lost
without hope
free falling through life
doing enough to barely
keep breathing
is that enough?
To live with each breathe
holding onto this existence
through inhaling and exhaling
in the most basic of actions,
hoping death doesn’t come
filling the lungs with air and
expelling carbon dioxide.
It seems so little a thing to do
when a new plague
robs people of this
simple action
taking their lives
by taking away
the abililty to breathe.
I want to be like a child
in awe of the world around me
generous with love and affection
accepting of change, always
growing and learning.
I want to always expect the best
and even if it doesn't happen
simply continue to hope
get back up and move through
life with a naive energy
which keeps you moving
in a mixture of creativity,
curiosity and determination.
Children are so flexible
they are like a cup filling
and overflowing with water
A piece of magic
when the world seems dark
be like a child
live with hope
and endless faith.
There have been better days than now,
felt less lost and confused
not so sad or deflated
I wish for one of those
better days
instead of smack
bang in one of the worst ones.
Nothing going right
love went to waste
efforts all worthless
and so, so far away
from everyone I love.
The hurt comes in tears
that bastard blows up in
your face,
whether you like it or not
that emotion's going to come
knock you over and make you
wish for better days
they will come, just be patient.
I don’t care what other people think of me because I’m intelligent, empathetic, sensitive, creative, reflective, and worthy.
I’m willing to take up space, contribute, make something new and create worthy connections in the world.
I’m here to seek knowledge and understanding, listen and see different points of view.
I want to be a kind ear, an encouraging and reassuring voice for others.
I’m growing every day, making mistakes and stumbling along, always moving forward and looking to become a better person.
I can change my mind and opinions because life is about evolving and living this moment at its greatest potential.
My poetry is a constant whisper in my ear
a dark, haunting and persistent dream
my inner voice leaking out of my head
a constant weeping emotion
which is eerie, untamed and real
it is always uncomfortable
to share as the words come from an awkward place
yet they feel beautiful just the same
They are like little deformities
which express a deep insecurity
unpleasing to the eye
yet satisfying for the soul.
I coax them out of me like untamed wild animals
I watch as they slowly show me their savage power
I am always in awe of the epicness of human emotion
And how it can consume itself.
The tired gardens of Autumn are beginning to slumber, dry out and wither.
The smell of rotting fruit is somewhat enticing like burnt cake, pungent and warm
everything is left to rot, too late to ripen and even to be picked or eaten.
Rotten stink bugs rub themselves with us, our clothes buzzing in their attempts
to flee and fly away.
I grab one inside my fist and throw it making it fly even if it doesn’t want to,
it leaves behind its perfume on my palm
a strange incense smell that many think is disgusting
The odour reminds me of these short gloomy days with intermittent bursts of sunshine
and the inevitable promise of the encroaching winter
that bring moments of deathly silence.
Strangely these are my favourite days
to reflect and create upon.
You can reinvent yourself
endless times in life
so don’t be so precious
about failing,
just get up and reset.
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Don’t accept what others think
as the truth of who you are
you are your own creation.
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Today I ate, drank and lived
without sharing online
and I felt truly alive.
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