FEAR
My fear of failure. Fear of trying something new for the first time. Once I’ve gotten over the first time trying, I feel at ease.
Fear holds me back at work in the form of procrastination. Fear of saying the wrong thing to someone and then I do not communicate with them. This leads to more issues than if I just said the wrong thing.
The fear of not doing something correctly, and assuming everyone around me knows how to do it correctly, when in reality, they are faking it and just trying to figure it out themselves, even if they get it wrong.
I can sometimes be lazy and quit when the going gets tough. I get frustrated very easily.
I lack self confidence and struggle to see myself the way others see me.
But at least I can see my worst traits. So that day by day I can chip away at them, until one day they are minor annoyances.
Message to Followers #1
To those following my work, I wish to express my thanks. That you have taken a moment to read a stranger's musings, I am grateful. I mostly follow after the style and subject matter of the English Romantic poets mostly out of personal interest and fancy. Much of what I have written comes from musings written years ago but never shared until now. Truth be told, I publish on this platform not knowing if my writings could be published eslewhere. That some seem to enjoy what I have to say is reward in of itself. Truly, you have my gratitude. I cannot promise much, but I will try to do better to read your own work and show like support. Once more, thank you and cheers to all!
-Q-
@WindsPoetic
https://poeticwinds.wordpress.com
Love’s Protest
Here sir, my theses planted ’pon thine door,
And thereabouts spread in solemn protest,
So plainly posted that ye canst ignore,
’Less Reason slips and ye be self-possessed.
No more! No more pardons! No more remits!
Great th’ excuses grow as affection wanes,
Thine lavish charity cannot acquit,
What self-same evils ye too judge profane.
Confess! Admit self-serving profits none,
That the needy first requires ye come last,
Demands ye indulge others ’til undone,
And rightly earn the good morrow’s repast.
Abandon I, thine church, o’er these reforms,
If goodwill dies and self-love ’comes the norm.
-Q-
@WindsPoetic
https://poeticwinds.wordpress.com
Wrecked
The time has come for you to find me. For you to shift through the layers of sand at your feet. Slowly sweeping away the debris that lays between you and me.
I will be there slowly sinking into the sea, just waiting for you to discover all that I am. You will soon realize that there is so much more that I have left to reveal to you than what you’ve seen thus far.
Reach down below surface and breath life into me once again. Give my struggles meaning and in return a reward I will bestow. For underneath my wreckage, your treasure will be shown.
You
Waking up and it’s too bright
My skin is numb to this sunlight
Does it have to start again?
Mindless droning on and then
Your perfect face comes bursting through
My heart soars with love for you
So much held in one so small
You have saved me from this fall
My life, my love, my perfect daughter
You’re everything I have to offer
The Purpose Of It All
For nine months we stay sheltered inside a womb. It is our protection, a temporary home, shielded away from the onslaught of a world now in dissaray, but we don’t know it and aren’t meant to know.
We kick, twist and turn, until that moment comes and then we emerge from the womb with a resounding cry, and I daresay the cry is in part from confusion; for were we not until recently, sheltered in a dark place, surrounded in quiet, and had no cares?
In one quick flash, we become subjected to humanity, and that starts the cycle of one’s humanity ... life.
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We move ahead to the early stages of life, where we learn to crawl, eventually uttering our first words, eating on our own, and then stand and take our first steps. I call it growth and learning by what others do; a part of life.
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Moving ahead further still, we begin to interact with people other than those we live with. The neighor’s kids, school kids, the wayward bullies, and girls. And it is there we see a difference and come to understand that no two people are the same. All different races, creeds, languages, and different color eyes and hair. It’s all part of life.
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Continuing years later, parties, high school graduation, romance, college or the military, or just get a job. Somewhere down the road, marriage comes into play for some, and the cycle of life starts anew, when you hear the names mother and father.
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More years crumble away and one day, you don’t move as fast, think as quick, or wonder as much. Age leaves telltale scars or wrinkles around the eyes, a belly not so flat as when young, and steps become slower and more precise, lest you trip and fall. The funny part is we start weak and are feeble with no self-control. When we age in those later years, the cycle starts again.
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Life is experiencing all you come into contact with, be that people, places, events. Life is about finding your own niche in life and making it work just for you. Life is making mistakes, correcting them to become a better person. Life is about leaving a mark behind you hope someone will remember, or, you feel good enough about it you can say, “I did that!” And you feel all is right with the world. Life is living, laughing, tears, pain and loving. Life is about joy and heartache, togetherness and aloneness. Life is truths and lies and knowing the difference or at least hope you can.
Most of all, life is what you choose to make it. No one else can do that but you.
