I am a bit frazled. I am on vacation, and enjoying writing my book and being away from the stress. Ofcourse the change in routine is rattling me. I know I should not complain but my head is running rampid. Anyway here is a poem I wrote today. It's a release of emotion for me, although I do not know that it will make any sense.
One mis step
could be regretted forever
and you could be doomed to be always unmovable,
staring at one moment, perfecting it in ways It could never be perfected,
if only in you head.
but that would only breed further sadness
as you look forward at what might have been
had you only chose to step on.
A slipper slope of thought rushes over me
like an avalanche
and my lack of sight pales in comparison
with my other fears of late.
I barely can hope to dream of it.
For my worries dance and play
upon all that would surround my peaceful existence.
If I were ever to exist in such a way.
I am like one shut out from the world,
though I walk among the masses
as if I were one of these careless figures,
I see, always dancing in their step
finding themselves where ever they choose to lay their feet.
But I am chained in water ankle deep,
even as I attempt to let the water erode away the cuffs upon my feet,
I steal away, from my efforts toward freedom
to make nets and locks and doors and all manner of things
that would force me to stay,
to remain captive of a different force,
long after my chains have released me of the burden
they once bestowed upon me.