I have not yet shared my poetry on here, but yesterday I edited a couple of poems that I started working on last year and thought I’d post one of them.
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2020 was an intense year, and this poem certainly speaks to that.
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The feels are hard. Sometimes the result of brain chemical imbalance, sometimes life, sometimes all the accumulation of shite that gets stuck on our shoes and we track through life, and there it is, the elephant in the room no one wants to talk about.
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But hey... I am doing good right now.
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Some days that feels like a miracle.
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Today I’m revelling in that grace. Here’s the piece...
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Not sure when my disposition got cloudy,
an on and off, SAD winter thing,
especially.
Maybe it washed ashore on a tsunami
of adolescent hormones Mom
said “cheer up” to,
(as if I could flip a switch) referred to the
tragedy of broken handles
of chamber pots*.
It was her language thing, unsympathetic
regardless of the tongue that she
chose to speak in.
The sadness was a fog too thick for my ex,
so I became a song lyric**
he moved on from.
He sings praises to his new love’s smile like the
miracle that it is. Despair
comes unbidden.
It is the extra guest I must lay a place
setting for in the midst of the
dinner party.
It lingers like a couch surfing relative
who tacitly ignores the looks
that plead “go, go...
go away”, that has overstayed their welcome.
Days that I wake to without this
visitation,
I sing to all that is good; I set down the
darkness of things. I’m enlivened,
lightness again.
Maybe it clears because I am sleep refreshed,
the air is fresh, or I have been
sun and light fed,
my state of grace reclaimed. For many grace is
just par for the course; me I must
re-earn, relearn
it when my disposition gets cloudy like
an on and off, SAD winter thing,
especially.
* letörött, mint a bili füle
** Incubus, Paper Shoes https://youtu.be/YqJkJpZvWpo
About the Creator
Adriane Giberson
words become things
writer + artist
on a mission to follow my curiosity
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