Prompt

Prompt- Reflection

“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”  -Poppy Z. Brite

To think of past actions, words and events.

To analyze what has been and what could have been.

To have a twenty-twenty vision of the past.

To now wonder what ifs and if only.


Standing by the window like a statue frozen in time,  all I could do was stare at the nothingness of the night.  Tears ran unchecked down my face, a refection of the emotions I was trting to hide from those around.

My mind was in turmoil from the day’s events yet sadly relieved that it had finally cleared itself by giving my mouth diarrhea.

My heart’s racing and my head pounding, as though they would burst from they enclosure. Perhaps to put me out of my misery.

All I can think of is the argument between us as it replays in my mind’s eyes as if it were on a loop.  Someone, anyone, please press the stop button;  I would really like to get off this track.

What seems senseless now had seem so righteous then and without a care for anyone at the party we ripped into each other about things we really knew nothing about.

Damn, if only I had kept my thoughts to myself.  Why did he even answer me in the first place.

Now I must live in the moment where the past and the future belong.
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The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.” 
― Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems

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