Poetry

Trauma’s of the past

Regurgitated.

Sending the shock waves

back inside.

Capture the feelings

but no matter how hard

sometimes we can never forget.

Energy used no longer available.

Crisis panic to kickstart.

Ambition quashed as reality demands.

Creative endeavors used for escape.

Looks like it is the end of the road.

Tine to heal and time to manage.

Hopefully time will also help and not hinder.

Rage is encouraged by the disappointment.

Frustration is amplified by the fear.

Compassion seeks to come forward.

But empathy is caught by sympathy and strangled.

All I want is to understand the situation.

Instead I find myself wishing to just turn off.

These emotions hurt and I am tired.

So, so tired.

Some people learn quickly.

Show them once and they head onward.

Most other people take more time.

Though some experiences are left as only a single time.

Like eating something and finding it not to your liking.

Or doing an activity that leaves you terrified.

Unfortunately some things get repeated

even if you already learned the lessons given.

But the one thing we all get to do once

and not look back upon

is death.

Best friends.

Lovers.

Tea talk companions.

Life partners?

Marriage is out of the question.

But the one thing is the trust that we have in each other.

Error.

Error.

Problem alert.

Functions are not normal.

Standard procedures are not working.

Please unplug and restart.

Except if I unplug myself

I do not think anyone would be able to restart me.

So the aches and pains will stay

As my performance is below par.

Did you like it?

Yes master.

Was it enjoyable for you?

Yes master.

Would you like another lesson?

Yes master.

Please teach me some more.

The first question asked on the road to adulthood.

Too bad it is never an easy one.

For most people the ideas are endless

and we are all compared to each other.

Can we be the best at what we choose to do?

Or merely unsatisfied,

living day to day

trying to make ends meet?

Do a side hustle.

Find the right career.

Persuade people to finance you.

Give time and energy to the project.

Find your passion.

Except when you have no energy or passion to give

the only thing left is the charity of others.

Phone calls.

Video conferences.

Once so alien a concept.

Now more common place.

Yet, the stigma still remains.