This is a poem that I wrote months ago and then promptly lost. Now that it is once again found I decided to post it. Enjoy!
The Path and The
Walker
I
don’t chose the things I cry about
That
doesn’t make me heartless
When
I can’t shed a tear
For
that small lifeless deer
That
left you frozen in grief and darkness
I
don’t chose the things I laugh about
That
doesn’t make me a bore
When
I barely smile
At
that joke ‘bout the Nile
That
left you rolling on the floor
And
I don’t chose what I live to love
But
I’m glad that they chose me
For
with an open mind and a brimming heart
I’m
swept away the moment I start
Each
new discovery brings irrevocable change
By
dramatically increasing the awesome
Dumbledore,
Dobby and poor little Rue
Stephie
Erlich from Doctor Who
Each
of their deaths had me sobbing and sobbing
For
minutes or hours or days
Yet
give me Fred Weasley or Kenspeckle Grouse
Or
Ianto or The Fault In Our Stars
And
I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing
For
the infinity that was ours
This poem is about how emotions aren't something you chose to feel, certain things that are beyond your control set them off. I've chosen to focus mainly on fictional characters (from both books and TV shows) that either have or haven't had an emotional affect on me.
ReplyDeleteI guess what I'm trying to say is different things will result in different emotions for different people and those differences are good and people should embrace them not ostracize people for not reacting the same way you do.
I gave particular examples that had or hadn't affected me as they are the only ones I can talk about.
Hope I've made it clearer :)
It's all about choice and lack of choice and how the fact that I'm so lucky to have come across so many awesome books and TV shows and people.
DeleteThis is a very true and accurate poem, Octa. I can really relate. Wonderful.
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