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I Live In the Moment

My past has been a twisted, tangled path of sadness, and I have tried, I really have to leave all the pain behind; I have said my goodbyes to all those I love, I have turned away, pressed a kiss on their engraved names and left only a tear; but the past keeps pulling me back and each time I fight it, I really do. But my present is a struggle to break the chain of sorrow, that chain that seems to just grow thicker each long year; I wear a mask of happiness, oh yes I do, and do things expected, I go to my dance class and pour my emotions into each move; I write words dripping blood, no one would guess how fragile my soul is. And my future is empty, I see nothing, there seems no path, for I am chained and chained with padlocks old and rusty; oh, will I meet a man to love, I hope so, will I publish my poetry, will I be an old lady, will the sadness in my eyes go away; so I live each day in the moment, and do not look to far into my future. "Does the eagle plan it's day . . . " _____________________________ November 20, 2016 Poetry/Verse/I Live In The Moment Copyright Protected, ID 16-851-637-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Past, Present, Future sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron First Place

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Date: 11/25/2016 1:43:00 AM
Sad and thus I can relate to it. The eagle does not plan, can we sharpen our beaks? Time flies backwards and forwards and I wish you the best. Kai
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Date: 11/24/2016 11:56:00 PM
Just one giant HUG for you (((HUG)))
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Date: 11/24/2016 7:01:00 PM
Such earnestness! Congratulations, Broken!
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Date: 11/24/2016 4:20:00 PM
Congratulations Constance on the first placement of the contest.
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Date: 11/24/2016 4:20:00 PM
Beautiful poetry Broken Wings. Congratulations! :-)
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Date: 11/23/2016 8:11:00 AM
A honest write from your deepest soul:) should score high:) hope you have a happy future, Constance:) Isaiah 40:31
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Date: 11/21/2016 10:16:00 AM
It is all true and familiar. The things you might like to leave behind are lost luggage that the airline keeps finding and delivering. My heart bleeds for you and I am sure many others do as well. You have a following. I for one am thinking that fond and happy experiences come your way. It is a wish.
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Date: 11/21/2016 8:49:00 AM
Seems to be a very honest write, Constance. I love that last line:) Good luck on meeting a guy, publishing your poetry, becoming an old lady, and finding happiness:)
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Date: 11/20/2016 10:06:00 PM
I relate to this poem of truth and everything about this sets of bells of Deja vu. I love the way your imagery melts and makes me think with every stanza. I love it! Great write. xoxo
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Date: 11/20/2016 5:59:00 PM
Very well said. I completely understand this. !
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