''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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Kim Rodrigues

August 11, 2026 at 6:17 AM

I feel, I am not with the living…find life’s purpose, shake off the sadness (often seems too much work)…there certainly is the angst between doing and wondering if it’s worth it. It is! Keep writing! Keep Being…uniquely Y O U ❤️

Constance La France

August 13, 2026 at 4:46 PM

Thank you 🦋

James Inman

November 21, 2017 at 3:56 AM

"maybe tomorrow," uncapitalized, a nice touch, BW, and yes the loneliness is constant, even in a room filled with people (mostly in a room full of people).

Subimal Sinha-Roy

November 14, 2017 at 12:40 AM

Congratulations on your placement, BW. Yes, we all have powers.

Susan Ashley

November 10, 2017 at 8:22 PM

A very sad and intimate write Broken Wings. Vivid emotional imagery that deftly draws the reader into your depressed thoughts. Excellently written and good luck in the contest!

Vijay Pandit

November 10, 2017 at 6:55 AM

Quite an emotional depiction of thoughts within--love the upbeat ending--best for a win, BW!

Kim Rodrigues

November 10, 2017 at 6:33 AM

I can see that you dug deep, dear Constance. I know exactly what you mean about feeling lonely though surrounded by people. The darkness comes easy. It is finding the way out of the pit and into the light. Oh, how we fall into our own abyss. I think we will be amazed by what lies in heaven...so loved, so alive. Blessings, my friend!

Silent One

November 10, 2017 at 6:22 AM

A very deep and sad write.. you created such heartbreaking imagery...

Russell Sivey

November 10, 2017 at 4:33 AM

You have written a very descriptive realization of what depression really is like to a person...one whom is trying to get out of it and reach for that happiness level again! I believe you have written such a magnificent poem that it shines with a powerful message that one should read and understand throughout their own life! I really loved reading your amazing piece here this morning, what a fantastic poem, Great Work!!