Elusive Expectations

it's not the fall...it's the sudden stop at the bottom that hurts...

Elusive Expectations

 

Walter Mitty-esque existence

one day becomes the next

inured and numb...beneath Life’s thumb

with life banal I’m hexed

 

myopically I stare ahead

for tunnels end in view

Get up my nerve...round the next curve

more darkness...nothing new

 

no colors in my mundane life

just many shades of gray

just many sheaves of leafless trees

“one glimmer...please?” I pray

 

I have no hope for what’s ahead

my efforts fallen short

I’ve tried it all and each time fall

no praise in my report

 

I sit in gloom here in my room

and contemplate my life

I did stand tall...but lost it all

success...my kids...my wife

 

I close my eyes in midst of sighs

and dream of used-to-be

there was no night...all bold and bright

no doldrums...sailing free

 

I paint a picture in my head

of what I dreamed I’d be...

successful, true...each day is new...

through rosy lenses see

 

my pride in life...a gorgeous wife

adoring, loving, true

my kids respect as I reflect...

my home and car are new

 

I’ve reached for all and have stood tall...

eclat within my grasp

I paint broad strokes...each nuance coax

a monumental task

 

 my painting has no darks or grays

just glorious colors all

rich greens and golds...ripe reds behold

I hang it on my wall...

 

stand back a bit and look at it

“This is my dream”, I said,

wished it bigger...pulled the trigger

and signed my name in red.

 

Reviews

[deeps]

stand back a bit and look at it
“This is my dream”, I said,
wished it bigger...pulled the trigger
and signed my name in red.

Amazing words here, this is a wonderful write here.
I like this, i can feel the emotions in this write.

[Ed Hart]

i'll read this when group meets next week, those of us who've fallen so many times we're covered with emotional scar tissue, will really like this one