What happens at the point the point
when we get in our lives in our lives
where decisively, we choose we choose
something to believe in to believe in
much greater than ourselves, ourselves,
and with surprise we find, we find
instead of a great something something
out there, giving us a sense of worth, worth
that we waste our lives seeking, seeking:
nothing but us. Us.
03 MAR 2017
Posted in Poems
Tagged #BookofForms, connection, echo verse, epiphany, identity, living, poetic forms, self-realization, validation
Sometimes an act itself becomes enough
to satisfy one’s hunger for applause;
and what discomforts must be suffered through
become, to reach an end, at last worthwhile.
That any others witness such a feat
is gratifying, yes, but not required;
to truly find yourself is, after all,
a personal accomplishment for one.
Sometimes the moment of epiphany
can be so subtle, it is not observed
except as a strange ripple in the air
that takes away the breath for just a while.
Then, quickly as it comes, the moment’s gone;
and time, paused by the spell, continues on.
07 APR 2013
Posted in Poems
Tagged accomplishment, epiphany, NaPoWriMo, performance, self-realization, time
