Sunday, November 11, 2012

One Single Impression: Struggle

What is not easy
Comes with pain.

I am a cynic
In my forty-sixth year.

I measure potential loss and gain
Before I move.
I want something
For me.
I'm done with noble sacrifice.
Done with the ceremony of

What must I give up
Before I
Take this chance?

What sacrifice
Might keep me
In the noble game?

I give a little,
And I wait.

Hating the loneliness,
I am in.

In my forty-sixth year
I have not learned
Nothing is better
Than something.

One Single Impression


Lin Floyd said...

each day is a learning experience with guidance from within, following the inner voice can bring serendipity!

Harshad Mehta said...

This poem is a voice of many lonely hearts. Very Powerful words.

Sylvia K said...

You always have wise words and I do so relate! Thank you for sharing. In my seventy-ninth year I still need all the help I can get!!

TexWisGirl said...

a huge sigh. i am a cynic in my 50th year.

anthonynorth said...

Ah, that learning curve never ends. Great words.

Green Speck said...

We all learn and grow from our experiences ... you have done it beautifully !!!

SueAnn Lommler said...

Yes...sometimes one does have to wonder...what if!!

Sandra said...

the struggle with life never ends...yes!

Lisa at Greenbow said...

A difficult lesson for sure.

Kateri said...

And yet you have learned it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to write so beautifully about it.

totomai said...

really deep. please accept my virtual hug :-)

joanne said...

the self-awareness is the first step to progress....

The Write Girl said...

I enjoyed your inner voice in this poem, and I can relate to the hesitation to give. And I love the self-revelation at the end of this poem. Beautifully done as always Sandy!