Placement seasons are weird...sometimes they bring the best in us ( not that often ) and sometimes the worst. The face it brings forth is mostly not the one we usually heed to,listen to or obey.But this season is actually capable of bringing up something base right on the surface.
Nerves still unnerved,heart still pounding,
Bruise still afresh,dread,steady and mounting.
Yeses Nos,Ins Outs,for me,wrongs the only rights,,
Balance dis balanced,sure of being unsure,seemingly futile fights.
Being judged,being measured,being scrutinized,being pruned,
My once mighty resolve,being fed weakness,almost tuned.
The smiling facade,jaded now,for Ouch!! it pinches,
Moon arc to linearity,the journey,arduous,though its inches.
To hit and bend the line to the once beatific serene,
Take hits and count how many "have nots",the "could have beens".
"Being judged,being measured,being scrutinized,being pruned,
ReplyDeleteMy once mighty resolve,being fed weakness,almost tuned."
Thats the system we are all existing in. Where its almost a social necessity that in order to survive we must thrive. Its all about running to stand still.
Thrive...Forced to grow would be my interpretation... but everything said and done I am doing it...and till I find a way out...running of treadmill it is :)
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