''Maybe Tomorrow''
sometimes, I am sleepwalking through life
disconnected
stumbling
not fully awake lost and confused
I feel, I am not with the living
I tell myself, "wake up before its too late!"
some roadblocks have me blocked
lost my way somewhere fallen asleep
hit rock bottom
crawled back up then what?
must awaken and find a life of purpose
shake off this sadness
why do I exist? why was I born?
I need to let the light in
talk to a "higher power"
ignite the tree of life sigh!
that's a lot of work
maybe tomorrow . . .
why do I always feel so within
locked in my own sacred place and happy there
maybe meditation will help
a little astral travel
my body feels heavy and dense
I want to be light and unbound and limitless
I hate that I need things and want things
after all, we all leave this earth with nothing
and there is this chatterbox in my head
that never stops telling me what to do
or what I should have done !
I know I have a gift
the gift of writing but I am afraid of it
and love it at the same time, yes I do!
sometimes, it overwhelms me, even makes me sad
sometimes, I embrace it and pour out my soul
but have you ever felt alone although surrounded
by people? I have and its an odd feeling
like looking at yourself from afar
how sad is that ?
sometimes, I linger in the past too long
then I am filled with regret and sadness
and frustration
yet the past has made me the writer I am, sigh!
I know
I have the power deep within me
to find my place in this world before it is too late
maybe, tomorrow . . .
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November 10, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/"maybe tomorrow'
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