Sunday, August 23, 2015

Uninvited

You keep 
ticking
inside of
me
And there's
no way
for me
to leave
You keep
showing up
uninvited
I feel myself
tense
and the fire's
ignited
I drop
my crown
on the
floor
I know
it's been you
breathing
at my
door
I don't want
to let you
in
But somehow
you always seem
to win
Will I ever
escape
this feeling
that makes me
want to
hate

-August 2015

22 comments:

  1. Sometimes there are things that really eat at a person's insides. As much as one would like to rid oneself of them, they seem to stay. I don't know what the answer is, but there must be one.

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    1. They do tend to stay. I'm not sure what the answer is exactly. So I just write and write. I feel like that's my way. Thank you, Mary. I appreciate your words :)

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  2. "You keep ticking inside of me" holds a sort of warning or premonition in it, like a bomb waiting to go off unexpectedly. It adds to the tension in the poem.

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    1. Thank you, CC. I write so I don't explode, haha! But I feel it at times. I think others can relate to that :)

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  3. Yikes. Perhaps it is that I just finished watching walking dead, but this is creeping me out - just a bit. You turn it on its head there in the end. Can we ever out run hate. I think it is something we have to grapple with. Figuring out why and where those feelings come from. What is unresolved.

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    1. It's resolving the feelings. I definitely know their origin. I hope you didn't get too creeped out though! Thanks for your comment. You kind of made me laugh a little. And good to know I have a walking dead fan :)

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  4. I feel this poem.............it makes me think of what Dr Phil says about someone who hurt us in the past - he says "do not let them steal one more day from you."

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    1. I know, Sherry. I feel I've made great progress at letting go. But once in a while things just come. And writing helps me to let it go. Thank you. You're always so supportive :)

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  5. This is so eerie.. But to mr the most chilling aspect is the want to hate line. Those that cannot let us be, the thief in the night, yes sometimes we just want to be left alone.

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    1. Sometimes it's a struggle not to hate. And I feel it just a little sometimes. Learning to let go more is where I'm trying to stay focused. Thanks, Bjorn :)

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  6. I like the way you write this.. it develops nicely, and something we can all relate to.

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  7. Palpable. Often a person is faced with a decision on how to conquer their inner demons. To strive for good and fight against evil goes on for a lifetime.
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. It really does. And there's always something to come to terms with. Learning how to cope well is a struggle and a reward too. Thanks, Sanaa :)

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  8. it's impossible to get rid of a thought which has taken permanent place in someone and which is very much alive & ticking...

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    1. I hope that it will be possible one day. Life is a struggle. But struggles do bring great rewards too!

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    1. Well, I'd like to think so too! Thank you for your hopeful words, GL :)

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  10. well, i can sort of relate to this. maybe it's more about someone i am unable to help, and i am mad at myself or something like that.
    i think by reading poetry you see some parts of yourself in some of those lines and words.

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    1. I think we're meant to help when it's right. And I do agree with you that we do see some parts of ourselves in poetry. That's part of what I love about it. So versatile. Thanks for coming by, dsnake :)

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  11. Yes, you will! And so will others who get to read this poem. The ticker you describe is NOT the heart, though I thought so for a minute. It is a bomb that tries to replace the heart! If we keep asking the questions, that bomb will fade into silence and leave us alone to glow in regions of love. The memory may remain, but not the active bomb.

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    1. Thank you, Susan! I think you're spot on and I appreciate that you've taken the time to comment. You've really seen the other layer underneath the words. Thank you for that :)

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