Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Amble. Do you have a good answer?
How do people just wander
Swerving, spinning, circling
Like a lazy water dancer
Drifting around in endless space
When this world and its people are expert demanders
And my life is a carefully managed bullet point list
At best a flowchart, 90s magazine quiz
Where choices are ample if you do not think
Outside of the box
I was born with a compulsion for convention
Is it good I feel such need for direction?
Or is finding purpose less important
Than the freedom that comes from ambling along?
Description: It has been awhile since I’ve posted, but I have been doing some writing. Largely my lack of activity is due the struggle of transitioning to grad school and re-balancing work with school and whatever remains of my social life. However, school has been good so far; I’m working on a Masters in Social Work. For my “intro/immersion” class I actually got to write a poem for extra credit! Rad, right?
The theme of the project was “what does social work mean to me?” Thus, this poem was born.
Have you ever heard a baby’s first cry?
Or witnessed the mist of a father’s last sigh?
Wandered streets shaking without cold
Have you cringed in the night when nobody knows?
If you have you have known
Fear of uncertainty
Fear of being alone
It consumes, layers everything
It’s not what you have to be
The night is dark
And the trail is rigged
And the forest is in tangles
Trees dripping with hate and red tape
But for some reason
They gave me a flashlight
And I can get my hands on the map
So it seems that I could be your guide
Can I walk you through the maze?
If it makes your journey easier
I’d like to try
I just can’t leave you standing there
When it’s all here in my hands
What is worth doing
If not love for fellow being?
All my things will come and go
That ripples, you see
And that’s my responsibility