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Some Rusty View

The rusting doors
Creaked
As his hands
Pushed against
Years of inertia,
Encountering
Familiarity
In atoms
Of
Stale air;
Tiny little feet
Wobbling in and out;
Balancing precariously
On parental love.
Carefree running
Of growing feet;
Away from
Fussing mother
And
Piling homework.
Lanky strides
Of
Teenage dilemmas;
Pandora’s boxes
Sealed with
Job, career,
Crushes, infatuations,
Lipstick and perfume.
And finally
The confident steps
Of maturity,
Closing
The not so rusty door
Behind
And walking out
Onsite;
Planning
For three months,
Extending
To three years
And now maybe
This whole lifetime.
The disconnect,
The void,
Spreading,
Deepening,
And
Strengthening,

Everyday.

Comments

  1. Well done! I love the progression of your words. the title is perfect too.

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  2. I love the way that he has to work through his whole life to overcome his own inertia and plan his future.

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    1. Thank you so much Jessie. It is a pleasure to hear from you

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  3. It seems my whole life has been a disconnect. Once I discovered what my mental illness was and could treat it I was more present in the world, and yet I still don't belong.

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    1. It happens many a times with all of us I guess. Thank you so much Lily.

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  4. You have so much wisdom in your words. Very good my friend.

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  5. The uncertainty in this line is something many can relate to, " For three months, Extending To three years And now maybe This whole lifetime. "

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    1. Yeah - it is happening all around me - people going away for three months and then settling in new lands permanently .. Thank you so much Janna.

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  6. The flow and build of the words is really well crafted. I liked this a lot.

    sorry im behind on commenting. Your writing is terrific, as always.

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    1. Thank you so much Lance. It is so encouraging to hear such kind words from you.

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  7. Loved the progression from wobbling to strides, from months to a lifetime.

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  8. There is a natural flow to this poem, I liked it very much.

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  9. this is a beautifully stated reality of parenthood. :)

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    1. It always surprises me how some feelings glide past all boundaries. Thank you Barbara

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