The haze above
mind buzzes
and drones on and on
shifting like a serpentine
recycling
ideas
creating imagines
I pull the cord that brings me back to now
you can’t stay too long
it’s not where you belong
this is real
this is life
not the haze
that takes me away
dreams that never were
dreams that could’ve been nightmares
dreams that could’ve been…
wondering what about the what if’s
I could miss the beauty that is now
Memories
Can you replay them too much
that you get stuck?
Some days you can’t wake up
they pull you back
and you have to give yourself some slack
a creative mind
remembering what is behind
making sense of grief
of pain
can be a curse
not a blessing
when you stand in the rain
Great poem, Jane. It really resonated with me, particularly these lines: "wondering what about the what if’s/I could miss the beauty that is now." Such truth. I think it's easy to worry about the what-ifs, kind of a symptom of anxiety for me. I am learning step by step to live in the now.
Very good poem Jane . A lot of it I can relate too . Hugs and peace to you and family