How are you?

word play

How are you?

A question not often asked

Let me tell you from this side

Things are, again, starting to get interesting

The rain that touches our skin

We got sick by just the thought of it

but when did we start thinking like we're sick of it?

Is it when it rained? or is it when we've gone outside?

The problems that seemed too far away

Is probably not that far away

we think too much, yet we do very little

It's just that, it happened to be part of us anyways

Get wet and feel the rain

Yes, you might get sick but staying inside doesn't mean you're not gonna get sick, no?

Do you prefer to do something for yourself?

Or staying inside and sleeping is enough for you to achieve your dreams?

I once had a dream, a dream of anguish, trashes burning becoming a pile of ashes

I fought with the flame, and the doubts were the fuel that kept me going

all fire extinguishes eventually, cuz they're all but flames that would eventually die out

but don't you forget, when the fire gets real hot, it makes damn good steel

Well, I'm not in that dream anymore

Dreams must come to an end at some point

Now it's your turn to go outside and feel the rain

And when you're tired, rest and feel the dream of fire

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem paints a flip-flopping word picture comparing good/bad times to rain and/or fire. I can feel the narrator demonstrating how life can keep us off balance, throwing things like rain & fire at us, and your words make us feel how it is when we overthink the meaning of stuff that we can't know the meaning of. I get the idea that you are saying: why not just let life happen without judging it as being rain or fire, good or bad, maybe it's just life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Gabby The GAB]

thank you Margieee!!! just wow, thanks Margiee! :))

[Gabby The GAB]

This is Exactly what i meant!! thanks for the review Margie!

[barleygirl]

Your excitement is contagious! Keep writing!

[Kari Rakitan]

"when the fire gets real hot, it makes damn good steel" reminds me a lot of something the real-life version of Marc from my story told me: "Talent is ore." Indeed, nothing comes without struggle.