Kathlene Ann

The Path Of Life Has Become A Rut

The written word is my chosen form of expression.
Then why, with it, can't I let go of emotion?
I am overwhelmed by feelings, so confused.
My heart and mind are in discord. My soul feels abused.

I know I am where I've always been.
The same perfectly fit cog that sits in
The machinery of my friends and kin,
In my community.

Yet I feel ill-fitted and trapped among these turning wheels,
Trying hard to fit everyone's ideals.
Turning endlessly in the same place,
I long passively for a change of pace.

I want to follow a brand new track,
One with twists and turns so I can't look back
One with change and variety down the road
Where uncertainty and excitement can lighten my load.

A future full of light living, not weighed down by thought,
A life free of the strict logic my feelings have always fought,
To work out my feelings and live like before,
A clear, simple life, I want nothing more.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 7, 2008

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Comments about The Path Of Life Has Become A Rut by Kathlene Ann

  • Dean Hope (1/14/2008 8:27:00 PM)

    i would be proud if i wrote this poem.
    very good. :)

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  • Flo Knight (1/7/2008 9:10:00 PM)

    This a wonderful expression of living :)
    I love it :)

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