This day has been overall pretty good
Then the shoe drops.
Nothing major,
No death,
bad news,
Or even a scrape.
Something small today,
Like turning your head and missing something.
You've forgotten something that was
Deep down.
But, like most things in life,
Chaos does it's wonderful work and
Changes everything.
You're reminded of your first love.
Something that happened so long ago
That it's merely a faded memory.
A shell of what it once was.
Although the more you think about it,
Infection spreads.
It works it's way through your whole body and mind,
And now your day is slanted.
An apt description is like the picture
You walk by on the wall every day,
But today,
Be it the settling of the house,
Shutting a cupboard a little too hard,
Or even looking at it for once,
You notice that it's askew.
I wish it was as simple as leveling it,
caressing it's worn-smooth edges,
Looking up at it and smiling,
Knowing that it's a wonderful memory and
Helped you become who you are before you move on.
But like the humanity in all of us,
You wonder about it.
"How did it shift?"
"What happened that it turned?"
"Why is this eating at me so much?"
And on,
And on,
Until you cannot contain yourself.
Mind spiraling out of control
As it feels like its eating you up inside.
Your heart breaks once again,
Anew.
You relive that memory over,
And over,
And over.
But, alas.
Most of us cannot shut it down,
Cannot turn it off.
We just have to sit with it,
Ruminating on the memory,
Until it decides to quiet itself
Once again.
Through all this,
We soldier on.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
This day has been overall pretty good
Then the shoe drops.
Nothing major,
No death,
bad news,
Or even a scrape.
Something small today,
Like turning your head and missing something.
You've forgotten something that was
Deep down.
But, like most things in life,
Chaos does it's wonderful work and
Changes everything.
You're reminded of your first love.
Something that happened so long ago
That it's merely a faded memory.
A shell of what it once was.
Although the more you think about it,
Infection spreads.
It works it's way through your whole body and mind,
And now your day is slanted.
An apt description is like the picture
You walk by on the wall every day,
But today,
Be it the settling of the house,
Shutting a cupboard a little too hard,
Or even looking at it for once,
You notice that it's askew.
I wish it was as simple as leveling it,
caressing it's worn-smooth edges,
Looking up at it and smiling,
Knowing that it's a wonderful memory and
Helped you become who you are before you move on.
But like the humanity in all of us,
You wonder about it.
"How did it shift?"
"What happened that it turned?"
"Why is this eating at me so much?"
And on,
And on,
Until you cannot contain yourself.
Mind spiraling out of control
As it feels like its eating you up inside.
Your heart breaks once again,
Anew.
You relive that memory over,
And over,
And over.
But, alas.
Most of us cannot shut it down,
Cannot turn it off.
We just have to sit with it,
Ruminating on the memory,
Until it decides to quiet itself
Once again.
Through all this,
We soldier on.
