Morning Reflections

[Pendragon]

Morning Reflections

I sit making a list
of all sorts of things
troubles and problems
that I can't explain
I find myself doubting
the things I once believed
finding my life coming
apart at the seams

I'll never understand
why things turned out this way
there was no given moment
no frozen frame
it happened so fast
it just all faded away
it's a constant struggle
to survive one more day

I now contemplate things
I once would not have dared
but this illness causes me heartache
much more than my share
Twain said "If only I
could die temporarily"
after seventeen years
I know just what he means

But I should not abandon hope
just give up and fall
although things change so slowly
if they ever change at all
who knows what lies
just around the next curve
life throws you fastballs
you gotta learn to swerve

so I listen to the birds singing
the murmur of the creek
feel the sun on my face
and the rain on my cheek
stop to smell the roses
enjoy life when I can
even when nothing at all
is going as planned

thanks for reading these lines
listening to my voice
the world may seen dark
but I still have a choice
when suicide beckons
my will starts to give
damn the torpedoes
I choose to live!

Pendragon
(C) April 2012

[cafolini]

"Damn the torpedoes," is good. There are some heavy-duty ones out there. You are born in a little box made for your likes and dislikes to suddenly awake to a world that must reveal all boxes. That also shall pass.
Good write.

[AuntShecky]

As far as putting the "personal" in personal poetry, this one's fearless, but what I like about it is its natural rhythm. Just going by how the lines sound,each line answering the other, in a kind of give-and-take, similar to call and response in jazz improv.

Metaphors be with you, Pen!

[Delta40]

I enjoyed the poem for its honesty Pen. It hold no punches and just says what it means with a nice easy flow. It got me on your side straight away!

[cogs]

you list great tools about taking things a little at a time, patience, adaptation, living in the now, and holding on for dear life. great show of militancy.