I realize the discontented part of me
Is something I have to settle into
To interact within a world
Using every part of me
Even fragments I don't like
As I hold my breath
Hoping I'd break through the surface
Into a clear morning
By trying to ignore me
I miss out on being me
I forget I am a part of this planet Earth
And lose out on my worth
I am a tree of life
Formed as millions of cells
Breathing sleeping and with a beating heart
Made of flesh and bone
Without essence I spread my wings
Only to face another lying day
Crippled and crushed
And knowing.... I cannot live my life!
A great deal of insight here, hard won and authentic. That 'discontented part' of us is where poems begin, I think. It gets to the point where we have to concede our need to know the reason for everything, and just live our daily lives the way the other creatures on this earth do. Good poem.
A fabulous look on what I often title in my head... 'Go Figure'... you've made the summation well.. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked the 'I am a tree of life' symbology. The poem is profound. Thanks.