a poetic journal.
Kindness use to be a constant
do unto others type of attitude.
Nowadays the masses
concentrate online
where they can go viral,
gain views, l
gorge on schadenfreude.
The pleasant ways of yesterday
lie dormant in our memories
slipping into desuetude.
Generous acts are now given
in exchange for recognition
lost in honorary mentions.
time. time.
I need more time and I want it to stand still.
I'm drowning in the to-do's,
marking moments with must-get-done's,
when all I need is to figure out my future and follow the dreams
I left behind in the used-to-be's.
So I could get over myself take myself a little more lightly and stay grounded in this world you gave me the gift of you and I don’t want for anything else because without you I wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be me you gave me individualityContinue reading “to my mother”
The worst thing I can hear are those three words many hold so dear,Continue reading “the worst thing I can hear”
Oh they’ll wait, forever and a day, to hear them at least once in their life
but not me
those three words just mean goodbye.
It’s my last memory of you,
the last words I heard before you disappeared
and I had to accept we were through.
and that’s how I came to dread the phrase
‘I love you’.
That January haze of those postpartum holiday daze seems to have lifted, dissipated, It is then that I realize I am still here all is well and a little more clear. I was lost, distracted not proud of how I acted, like a childish imp, a pompous tool an ungrateful daughter, the silly fool. Will simple sorry's be enough to regain lost trust? My tarnished self is still in need of polish creative momentum, grant me some solace. There is still so much to learn and respect to be re-earned. A whole wide world to explore, I'm still curious enough to open closed doors, even if it's a big mistake. For a life not lived is a life I cannot take. So bring it, in all your glory Let me participate in my story and focus on the wonder and the beauty yet to be discovered.
mhughes poetry 