A Gnawing, Uncertain Future
Halcyon days, like confetti in a gale,
can’t quite reach my thoughts,
and what’s left is the struggle of now,
the persistent and gnawing complexity
of a world in crisis.
I wake with burdens from all quarters,
not my life but all those around me, impacts,
and I find myself sinking,
drawn out by dire possibilities
and the relentless pressure of uncertainty.
I wish often for my heart to un-feel in its fate,
but stone I have never been,
and reality is stark and sharp to a vulnerable mind,
one open enough to care
for life, for the down trodden, for those I love.
I endure what I must to survive,
to uphold my sanity,
yet the burden is often too great
and I feel myself slipping,
the illusions of a covert world harsh and obvious.
Why do I care so much,
when life can crush me like a bug,
yet I find I have no choice, no relief,
and the directions of power are so wrong,
and I, helpless in their grim ensuing.
I remember childhood with such openness,
no burden touched me,
and I wish that life could accommodate,
now in this time and place,
when tragedy and uncertainty surrounds us all.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Oh to be a child again, with no worldly cares. I remember the tents we made on the floor with blankets and chairs. It was so safe in there. Some days I think it would be fun to do that again, just to forget some things for awhile. I really like your poem, Tony. I am going to go build a tent now. 🙂
Yes I remember, a cubby we called it: sheet or blanket over arm chairs and lots of cushions. Yes, to be so free and without care would be nice. Thanks Phyllis.
“Cubby” – that does sound more cozy. And yes, lots of cushions. My kids made some pretty fancy ones. LOL