Trying to hide,
but when no one is looking,
I cannot hide from myself.
Working to propel myself to great heights,
knowing crashing comes soon.
Wanting to accept with gratitude
that I am alive, perhaps never good.
Never Good
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#1 by kolembo on February 21, 2011 - 9:44 am
Hi Carl, thanks for your comments, I look forward to you visits! I read this poem twice, I’m in such a foul mood, it calmed me down. Great last line!
#2 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 6:21 pm
Thank you for your kindness, K.
#3 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 21, 2011 - 10:00 am
We can never hide from ourselves. What an honest poem, Carl. You are always so in your work. Blessings …
#4 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 6:23 pm
Thank you for coming by and thank you for your kind words, Jamie!
#5 by Jannie Funster on February 21, 2011 - 11:36 am
Yes, I’ver tried hiding from myself, and that never goes well.
And I think you ARE good, very good.
Nice to meet you via Leslie Moondust Sweetie!
#6 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 6:25 pm
Jannie, Thank you so much for your kind comment. I enjoyed a visit to your blog. I will be back.
#7 by liv2write2day on February 21, 2011 - 12:39 pm
This is so sensitive and true. You really know how to center in on what we all experience and call us out of the illusions we sometimes spin around ourselves.
#8 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 6:28 pm
Thank you, Victoria. Those are very kind words. I appreciate your visit and comment. A reaction like this is great reward.
#9 by Sirenum Scopuli on February 21, 2011 - 4:55 pm
I like this and wish you would do more of it:
Wanting to accept with gratitude
that I am alive
You ARE good. You are one of the finest people that I know. “Good” is the wrong word. “Sane” is better, but if you were the societal definition of that you would lose many gifts.
I would like for you to spend more time immersing yourself in the things that bring you peace — writing, art, music, reading, instead of dwelling in the quagmire waiting for a miracle.
#10 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 6:41 pm
Thank you for your kindness. Everything changes and so does the brain. Some day it will, but you are right that dwelling in the wait is not good.
#11 by Evelyn on February 21, 2011 - 9:19 pm
kin, you and I…
🙂
#12 by Carl on February 21, 2011 - 10:14 pm
🙂 – Lucky me!