Reinvigorated …

Reduced to nothing here but numbers,

We are Interchangeable, paper lovers,

I remember when I was something, and the moment when I lost myself

Now I feel like all the others,

I’m shapeless, muted, no colors,

I’d breathe if I could feel, I’d dive right in if I knew the depth.


The still point here is my lone existence

A place arrest and I will keep our distance

A space in respite where standing abandons its coexistence

Sometimes I sit here just keeping quiet

In spare time batting back my weary eyelids

Subconscious dreams they smack my conscious mind and I stand in reminiscence


So down the passage that I did not take

Where memories I lost are now awake

And dreams are dreams where scenes of life are undistinguished as of yet

Some people equate their way back home

With outlines made of cobblestones,

Some see the dirt of their sad regrets, not knowing how to push reset


Yet off a whim, I circle past the block

Afraid to approach the doors and knock,

I wonder… if I’ll be lost for good, if no one ever understood

An only child I am with a sad complex—

Those lonely nights convened on front porch steps

I’d feel empathy if I only could most nights I’m entombed on that wood


The crux of life is pain and glory,

Beneath the clouds, the rain is pouring

The sounds of strife and cracks of lightning plowed into my soul

I wade here a while unsure of cause

To forge ahead or endure a pause

To accept this life, embrace the flaws, before the vortex accepts me whole


I am not the famine of the boat

Nor the gift of falsifying hope

Nor shoulder or sleeve for which to cope, I realized that while sinking down

I am not the liquid just like water

I knew I had to be a little stronger

Hold out a little longer, the plunge had me still thinking how.


Like the ocean water adopts the night

And the waves caress through pebble’s flight

Like crescendo notes prolonged, I am the ripple, my echo long

Immersed by water I jump and fly

I’m lost no more beneath the sky,

as lyrics fade from this tragic song, I feel at last, like I belong.


Embrace the smell of precious air

The days of joy and sad despair

The affairs of being in control, the fathoms of the world I trolled

I am glad I opened up the door

To worlds I never knew before

and disturbed the dust upon the bowl, that piece of heaven that I stole.


And shook the leaves upon the tree

Then slammed old doors and broke the key

I watched the leaves as they fluttered down, in vibrant reds and dirty browns,

upon the ground so happily,

Each one accepting their apogee,

they ebbed then birthed right from the ground, seeds of joy left me spellbound.


Today I am a suit and tie

Tucking in and slim and really fly

I wear myself with confidence, so cognizant of conscious bliss

I belong to where I am right now

In any place and every town

An exercise of common sense, accepting all your compliments.


Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

2 thoughts on “Reinvigorated

  • May 31, 2018 at 9:09 PM

    I love these expressions of what it is to be human, the doubts, the triumphs and the reality of this journey of learning and experience. Some truly memorable phrases here and so well rendered, Paul. Love your work my friend.

  • June 1, 2018 at 10:39 AM

    Thank you so much Tony, I’m glad you enjoyed it.


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