A MATTER OF SELF-DESTRUCTION
perhaps it the lifestyle staying out late gettin’ crazy
eat too much drink the same foot in the mouth
or step into the traffic before the light turns green we forget
we are fragile creatures come with specific instructions for care and feeding
and once over the line it is hard to find the way back best to mind instructions
so much like holding the torch to a firecracker “up in smoke”
we are here one moment gone the next
but that is life isn’t it a matter of self-destruction
we can’t be too careful it is a destination we all reach in time
November 5, 2017
15 comments:
Once over the line, it is hard to find the way back.... so true Annell.
Bravo to you Annell for such a wise poem as this. True and it's sad to think about. Good day!
This is life indeed. What a solemn piece that touches deeply. I hope you are well. Greetings to you.
I love "we forget we are fragile creatures." We do, especially when we are young and think that strength and health goes on forever.
Ah, this is such a great "other take" on the poem I posted this morning. I love the pace, the foot in mouth and the stepping into traffic before the light is green.
So true Annell! Every word of that.. We all do reach in time to our only real destination
What Sherry said. We can break so many things--in us and in others--when we forget what we are and how we are made.
I was thinking recently how lucky I am to be alive given the close calls I have had, and reckless behavior with not too devastating consequences. But I have learned this lesson and thankfully not too late. It is an important hard lesson for me....your words are impactful and one of your best Annell!
Life does seem the path of self-destructions. We do not always make the best choices. If only life came with easy instructions but much of it is figuring it out as you go along, which means you will fail. Hopefully learn from it. Do better the next time. As long as you don't make the fatal mistake. From some there are no second chances.
I like this. We do forget how fragile we are, that we are not coated in Teflon and bullet proof. Very wise.
I suppose we do contribute someway or other to our passing out of this world, But then, given the state of being, do we have a choice
much love...
Indeed it is a destination we all reach in time. We can't fight it. We are here one moment and gone the next. We have to take it in stride, but live each day as best we can live it anyway!
Great poem - designed to give pause. You have captured an instruction manual 'care and feeding' vibe in this piece, that is compelling.
Such an insightful write - so very wise
Lucky ones learn it the hard way that we are fragile creatures & some don't get a second chance. Wise lines.
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