Carpe Diem

I crave change.  I long to spread my wings and leave this place that I both love and loathe.  I’m learning to accept my past, the mistakes I’ve shunned from my mind, and move past them, onto something new.  I want to pack up my things, leave this life behind me.  Bring my stacks of books and pour myself into them; allow them to envelope me in their greatness, embracing me.  Find a new place to begin a new life; start over.  Now that I’m on my own, I need to rediscover myself, see who I am without someone to cling to.  Of course there will be moments of longing; I love to linger in the arms of someone familiar.  I love the sweet touches another can give me.  But can I not support myself?  Can I not feel the warmth of my own touch?  These arms can enfold me, a stranger is not needed.  The intense feelings will return with another someday.  But until then, I must embrace this new opportunity, this new strength I’ve stumbled upon.  Seize the day.    

Reviews

[Alessander]

I like the prose format, and the thoughts therein, but I think this piece needs a bit more imagery. Even Rimbaud used to lace his prose-poems with imagery, or aphorisms like "this is the time for assassins!" and I think either will enrich this poem. I'm also unsure that the last sentence is needed...I know not everyone knows Latin, but I think Carpe Diem most ppl know, right? like in Vino Veritas... I think most readers, which is your audience, would know that, but I may be wrong on this. The title caught my eye as I too have recently written one on the subject "the die in diem" - if find it interesting that "die" is latin for day, don't know, somewhat ironic. Anyhow, I'm rambling again. I enjoyed the read.

[Dani]

What a refreshing read. Thank you for sharing this.