from my own weightA Poem by Philip GaberIt’s about not returning the smiles of others or mirroring their enthusiasm. It’s about not extending myself. It’s about refraining from competition and scorning those who revel in it. It’s about loneliness and being too involved in my head. It’s about only seeing the ugliness in others and me. It’s about distortions and exaggerations. It’s about my broken heart and doubling up on the floor after a thousand self-incriminations and a thousand and one reasons why I’m a failure. It’s about writing the same thing over and over. It’s about other people’s judgments and criticisms and how they shape my self-perception, self-esteem, and reality. It’s about despising and envying the optimism in others. It’s about alienating myself from my family and running away from those who care for me and love me. It’s about being ashamed to discuss my pain with others. It’s about thinking that if people knew the real me they would be disappointed. It’s about drifting. It’s about walking in a fog for forty years of my life without knowing exactly what it is I should be doing or which goals I should be setting or what job I should be applying for or what woman I should be spending the rest of my life with. It’s about missed opportunities and not hustling enough. It’s about resignation, anxiety, self-consciousness, introversion, selfishness, isolation, indifference, detachment, anger, bitterness, petulance, immaturity, arrogance, pride, sloth, lust. It’s about yearning to belong and a craving for privacy. It’s about contradictions and ironies, conflicts and harmonies, warring with my demons, and making peace with myself. It’s about being embarrassed to show my emotions, especially enthusiasm and joy and tenderness and the belief that anger is the only emotion I’m permitted to express. It’s about cynicism and paranoia, a lack of trust, and an abundance of blame. It’s about denial and self-loathing. It’s about self-deprecation and modesty. It’s about deference and reticence. It’s about a loss of language and articulating my anger with silence. © 2024 Philip Gaber |
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2 Reviews Added on August 5, 2024 Last Updated on August 5, 2024 AuthorPhilip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..Writing
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