16/01/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
Today is the first day of the rest of my …
Oh, who am I kidding?
It’s one of those self-help lines
That gets trotted out
By enthusiastic people
Trying to make some kind of lasting change
In an instant.
That’s not how it works.
Today is when you make a decision.
Today doesn’t erase the past
Or the lessons you are supposed to learn
From all those mistakes you made.
Today doesn’t transform you
From the person you were
Into the person you imagine you’d like to be.
Today is when you imagine.
Today is when you look in the mirror
And tell yourself
You’re better than you used to be,
You’re stronger than you were,
You’re capable of doing the things
That you’ve always wanted to do.
So today is THE day,
And so is tomorrow,
And the day after that,
And all the days next week,
Next month, next year.
You only get one first day,
And this isn’t it,
But it’s as good a day as any
To call that friend,
To send that card,
To draw that sketch,
To write that poem.
You’ll never have another today
Quite like the one you have right now
So, grab it with both hands
And make it your day.
Because every day you have is yours
To change and be better
Or to make the world better
For someone else in your life
That deserves the very best of you.
So
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do with all of your todays?
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Friday, January 15, 2021
Sunday, July 1, 2018
In battle
Here I sit in quiet contemplation
Regretting all I didn’t say to you
Knowing I couldn’t say it, still
Wanting to be more brave,
Or perhaps more stupid, than before
Because I’ve wanted to tell you
So many times up til this point.
Maybe you know but can’t say
For the same reasons that I can’t
And all that’s keeping us from each other
Is a thirty year old pledge
As worthless as the paper it’s written on.
I didn’t have the courage fifteen years ago,
When we sat together for what felt like forever,
And you confessed to me that it was simply
A vow you had made and couldn’t break.
I was afraid of what you were telling me
And relieved that you didn’t ask it of me
But now my feelings are conflicted
And I don’t know if I want to give in
Or be stronger than I ever thought possible.
I wish I could have relied on Dutch courage,
And been open and honest with you,
Because I’d carry any baggage you had,
I’d take the weight of the world on my shoulders
And receive the guilt that was laid at my door.
Labels:
Adultery,
Affair,
Battle,
courage,
Fear,
Love,
marriage,
Unrequited,
wishful thinking
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