is weighed down, delayed,
by the emotional luggage
we carry on our shoulders.
The heavy black handbag
full of ‘what-if’ obsessions
and ‘just -in -case’ compulsions,
wants more than it needs…
Wings are spread wide open,
but why do they feel so heavy?
Like the elephant’s tusks,
well flaunted, yet defunct.
While I want to celebrate
life’s gifts and little wins,
It's the losses that stab
and keep holding me back.
Each year is a mixed bag - - -
of opposites, that sit together, chitchatting.
Hits that lift up to cloud nine;
Misses that bring us down to the earth.
In the end, the mind has gone
on a yearly tour
and returned,
to the exact same starting point.
For the one who loses his way in the morning,
but comes home by evening,
is not lost after all…
Just a year older, perhaps wiser!
full of ‘what-if’ obsessions
and ‘just -in -case’ compulsions,
wants more than it needs…
Wings are spread wide open,
but why do they feel so heavy?
Like the elephant’s tusks,
well flaunted, yet defunct.
While I want to celebrate
life’s gifts and little wins,
It's the losses that stab
and keep holding me back.
Each year is a mixed bag - - -
of opposites, that sit together, chitchatting.
Hits that lift up to cloud nine;
Misses that bring us down to the earth.
In the end, the mind has gone
on a yearly tour
and returned,
to the exact same starting point.
For the one who loses his way in the morning,
but comes home by evening,
is not lost after all…
Just a year older, perhaps wiser!
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Great metaphors
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