Blurred lines and stop signs

Blurred lines and stop signs

A Poem by Rachel O' Connell

Today, I learned how to fight the world

Punch, pow, slam, kick

It wasn’t working

It never worked

I yelled, I screamed into the darkness,

But that’s all it ever was, really.

 

As humans, we have a filthy habit

Of bringing meaning into life

When there isn’t any

Sometimes sadness is just sadness

Sometimes empty

is just empty

 

I want to apologize for not being good enough

The truth is sometimes I just don’t know who I am any more

My soul is this tiny elf within the body of a giant

It’s looking for a way out, but it’s so confined.

We are all so confined, and our giants keep growing

Whilst our elves just shrink, and shrink.

Until we are all hollow.

 

I’m learning, though.

One day I will be able to give to you what you gave to me

You gave me hope

Hope to be more than I am, because you expect something from me

Or, you did.

 

Do you ever feel like life is a rigged game?

They set you up for failure, with the pain and the hurt

All people could ever give me was pain and hurt, except you.

So I did all I knew how to…

I gave you pain.

I gave you hurt.

And you took it on the chin

And you smiled as I walked away, as if life had just told you a little secret, and you knew that everything would be okay in the end.

 

Now I can’t tell whether the liquid in my glass is wine or cough syrup.

Whether the roses are flowers or daggers.

It’s all just blurred lines and stop signs.

I told you I learned, though.

 

And, because I love you,

Ill tell you the secret.

The secret to fighting the world

  

Is to live it.

© 2014 Rachel O' Connell


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Added on January 28, 2014
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