My new normal is I’m broken
Once upon a time I could have been fixed
But now I sit alone, my thoughts unspoken
At the emptiness before me, I stare transfixed
Nothing remains to keep me going
No hope, no goal, no one
No guiding light that keeps on glowing
Up above there is no sun.
Can I pretend my way to happiness?
Imagine a world where I matter?
The gulf inside is cavernous
Any attempt breaks and shatters.
After everything in my head is said
I’m ready to be …
I’ll let you fill in the rest.
I vacillate between being broken and feeling ok with it to being crushed under the weight of that realization. This poem is about the latter. The conclusion that I’m broken isn’t in question, I definitely am; I don’t really believe in anything anymore, or anyone for that matter. No guiding light that gives my life purpose. Can I rebel and come up with my own purpose, even if the universe has none to give? Can I laugh at universe instead of the other way around?
We’ll see. I’ll keep writing.
Tangela
You can do it! I believe in you!
Jupiter Magna
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words.