Letters from Home

On Being Lost – #Reverb13 – Day 2

pineapple skin by Itinerant tightwad on flickr

Already I can feel my fingers resisting saying:
“Don’t say the awfulness. Don’t tell them you
Feel lost in the lives of everyone else
You take care of, and it’s your own fault anyway because
You’ve read The Four Agreements and you
Know better” and I can hear it all coming out
Of the tip end of my fingers as I pound out
Across the keyboard and I let it all
Rush out, the anger, the frustration, the
Litany of complaint until
The tap
Slows down, yet
The fingers they are not
Slower. No not at all. They are still
Running. They are actually done with their
Hearty warm up and, if I let myself think about it
For half a second, it’s the realization that
The litany of complaint is like cutting off the
Pineapple’s skin, pricking my finger on its spines and
Piling it up for the rotting compost, a walk without shoes
On bare cold cement, and the brushing of brown dust
From the board to make way for
Juice to rush out and a
Radiant center that is
Hidden and not lost
Just waiting.

This poem is dedicated to Kelly, a poet and photographer you can find on twitter @mrsmediocrity. She probably doesn’t know how much her simple wonderfulness inspires me.

Today’s Prompt: “What made your soul feel most nourished this year?”

Thanks to Kylie Bellard for the prompt today.

This post is part of December’s reverb13. Click the button to read more.

8 thoughts on “On Being Lost – #Reverb13 – Day 2

  1. oh my. oh my. how many times have I sat with my fingers racing across the keyboard, just trying to get past the awfulness, knowing that I won’t post it, publish it, but I have to get past it. Thank you, thank you.

  2. I’ve just tried to write this comment and I’ve backspaced it a bunch of times. It’s weird how “regular people walking down the street (or the twitter feed)” can turn out to be just packed full of beauty, and the stuff you need to buoy you up. And by “you” here, I mean me!!

  3. Oh my. Wow. You just made me cry, both with your beautiful poem filled with the truth of life, and with your lovely, kind words about me. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. xoxox

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