Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in the confusion that is life
some things become brazenly apparent
they launch themselves at you
when you are least aware
and shock you into submission

if I stop struggling
stand still for just a moment
will the flights of fantasy
always so plainly out of reach
swoop down and carry me away

if I stop struggling
stand still for just a moment
will the problems wrestled with
disappear

if I stop struggling
stand still for just a moment
will those inner tears
that no one sees
finally dry

how long
how long have I wrenched at the door
longing to be free

how long
how long have I clawed at the window
unable to breathe

if I stop struggling
stand still for just a moment
will I die unsatisfied
or will I find peace

Repitition, almost as if you are trying to convince yourself to stand still, exhale, and just let things flow.

love lots
Deb.

if I stop struggling
stand still for just a moment
will I die unsatisfied
or will I find peace

sometimes it take a bolt of lightning to bring me to my senses
sometimes it takes the sound of a song bird to wake me up
Anytime I am on or near the ocean I am still as the eye of a storm

A day of waiting rooms for me
The older I get the more I get to practice
I stopped carrying something to read with me
I just sit and stare and the wall and breathe
If the doctors don't kill me I may become a Zen Buddhist yet

don't mean nothing buttercup
everything is spontaneous for me these days
It's a GO, a gone going go like pictures from a gone world
thanks for the inspiration
hope you have a better day tomorrow

Gibraltar might as well be sand
and shed its stance of fortress strength
and lose itself to shoreline strands
and carefree mindless tourist laughs—
Gibraltar might as well be sand
where crystalline dissolves in If.

No good answer here, other than to suggest that peace must somehow be found within the struggle. The struggle isn't going away anytime soon.

Thank-you. Excellent responses to a rather grasping poem. I appreciate your thoughts.