Midlife Crisis
A touch of impulse as
discontent seeps out of every pore
Searching for the meaning of life
I’d never questioned before
Tell me mirror, why this sudden desire
Always catches me unaware,
In the silent whisper of the wind
That becomes a roar, when no one else is there
Yet there was a time in the distant past
When life poured out of my skin
Now that person is a stranger
Full of relentless yearning
I’ve begun to sound like my mother
I even hear her voice within
Perplexed by this unyielding urge
To find freedom before rigamortis sets in
Opportunity calls at the fork in the road
Change direction and run
Drop in, drop out
Grow alfalfa sprouts in the eastern sun
Do or die the fever of Lambada
Flamenco on a table in Spain
Take a risk, throw caution to the wind
Sail into the roaring surf of rain
Mirror, I sense feelings wild and new
Stir the discordant note within
Ride the storm as I journey
And shed this shrunken skin
Elation is almost within my grasp
Its light reflecting in my eyes
For the chrysalis now fully grown
Has just emerged as a butterfly.
A touch of impulse as
discontent seeps out of every pore
Searching for the meaning of life
I’d never questioned before
Tell me mirror, why this sudden desire
Always catches me unaware,
In the silent whisper of the wind
That becomes a roar, when no one else is there
Yet there was a time in the distant past
When life poured out of my skin
Now that person is a stranger
Full of relentless yearning
I’ve begun to sound like my mother
I even hear her voice within
Perplexed by this unyielding urge
To find freedom before rigamortis sets in
Opportunity calls at the fork in the road
Change direction and run
Drop in, drop out
Grow alfalfa sprouts in the eastern sun
Do or die the fever of Lambada
Flamenco on a table in Spain
Take a risk, throw caution to the wind
Sail into the roaring surf of rain
Mirror, I sense feelings wild and new
Stir the discordant note within
Ride the storm as I journey
And shed this shrunken skin
Elation is almost within my grasp
Its light reflecting in my eyes
For the chrysalis now fully grown
Has just emerged as a butterfly.
3 comments:
This is so full of wonder and so touched my heart. Thank you for sharing.. Also thank you for visiting my blog..To answer your question I do not have a poetry blog. I am new to all this and I am trying to handle just one..My poetry I have only one on my blog. My poetry I write just comes from deep within my soul.. As yours.
Katelen
thank you for your v kind comment PA> I hope you post in som eof your poems on your blog soon! Looking forward to it.
yes, this too sounds like me!
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