Consolation

a matter of attitude

I could be consoled with much less effort

than it takes to chase a fly from my face.

I prefer not, I rather prefer clinging

to this self-criticism of mine -

useless, shameless, a prison of guilt.

Natural in human terms,

a desire like the gravity of the earth -

pulling, holding its own, escape disallowed.

Supernatural in human terms,

an ability to rend the chains and fly -

free flight, passing the clouds, transcending the rules.

I prefer this, prefer to conclude

escape from this habitual gravity:

look up, reflect on life, transform into gold.

I could be inspired with much less effort

than it takes to take one step forward…

Reviews

[Writergirl]

Well done, a very moving poem. It makes you think.

[garrshaw]

Thank you very much

[Viv Wade]

I can really relate to this poem, so deep and meaningful. We are all our own worst enemy at times.

[garrshaw]

Thankyou very much :):)

[April Child]

Ah I feel this. Its a strange thing we do, to prefer to beat ourselves up than to forgive and move on and you are right, it would take much less effort. Thought provoking :)

[garrshaw]

Thankyou April Child. I'm very happy you stopped by.