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Sitting at my Kitchen Table Drinking Coffee
At my kitchen table alone
sipping coffee
overcome with anxiety
hands shaking
heart racing
mind full of thoughts
that again he kept me from sleep.
It seems it's been too long
since I've felt "normalcy"...
Does that even exist?
My world is overpowered
by the pain.
Relationships disastourus
love lost
joint custody
anger
grief
sadness
Happiness seems intangible,
some romantic notion
meant for a movie script.
Karma's victim--
My trespasses take precedence
over my good will.
I feel like my life
has become nothing more
than a routine.
Going through scripted motions
with no clear goal
one day melting into the next.
No sense of being grounded
my decisions are not my own.
It seems too late
to find my place
halfway through my 4th decade.
I live in a superficial place;
I am merely a facade of a person.
No one sees the me
sitting at my kitchen table
alone drinking coffee.
sipping coffee
overcome with anxiety
hands shaking
heart racing
mind full of thoughts
that again he kept me from sleep.
It seems it's been too long
since I've felt "normalcy"...
Does that even exist?
My world is overpowered
by the pain.
Relationships disastourus
love lost
joint custody
anger
grief
sadness
Happiness seems intangible,
some romantic notion
meant for a movie script.
Karma's victim--
My trespasses take precedence
over my good will.
I feel like my life
has become nothing more
than a routine.
Going through scripted motions
with no clear goal
one day melting into the next.
No sense of being grounded
my decisions are not my own.
It seems too late
to find my place
halfway through my 4th decade.
I live in a superficial place;
I am merely a facade of a person.
No one sees the me
sitting at my kitchen table
alone drinking coffee.
Published 4th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
7th Jan 2013 8:33pm
Wow!
This feels almost palpable.
Can taste that coffee...but tis cold now....
Hey, GEM, of course I love the WHOLE poem, but I especially love these gems of yours:
my decisions are not my own.
It seems too late
that again he kept me from sleep.
one day melting into the next
And particularly,
No one sees the me.
Beyond, beyond beautiful.
Listening to RadioHead's "The Tourist" now while re-reading your offering.
You try and see the effect.......
Hey, slow down........!
Keep up this cool energy, GEM.
Cheers
Tidespotter
This feels almost palpable.
Can taste that coffee...but tis cold now....
Hey, GEM, of course I love the WHOLE poem, but I especially love these gems of yours:
my decisions are not my own.
It seems too late
that again he kept me from sleep.
one day melting into the next
And particularly,
No one sees the me.
Beyond, beyond beautiful.
Listening to RadioHead's "The Tourist" now while re-reading your offering.
You try and see the effect.......
Hey, slow down........!
Keep up this cool energy, GEM.
Cheers
Tidespotter
7th Jan 2013 11:35pm
Thank you so much. It's funny how something so routine as sipping my morning coffee sparks something in my head and makes me write.
Anonymous
8th Jan 2013 4:12pm
Pleasure.
Yes, mundane acts can very spark a thing or two, but only if the mind is plugged in elsewhere, not so?
Else life becomes a series of.....well, you know what I mean.
Thanks for your courtesy to reply, GEM.
Happy more-penning!
Tidespotter
Yes, mundane acts can very spark a thing or two, but only if the mind is plugged in elsewhere, not so?
Else life becomes a series of.....well, you know what I mean.
Thanks for your courtesy to reply, GEM.
Happy more-penning!
Tidespotter
