Imploding Within, Exploding Without
Exactly a year ago, I wrote the below poem. I didn’t really share it with many people; I’m weird like that with poetry. It’s interesting to look back and see what I was going through at the time, because I haven’t felt this way in so long. Full of energy – self-destructive but energetic nonetheless. Now I’m brain foggy and it’s more of a dull mist than a cloud.
Wired, tired,down and out,
When the universe tries to mess with what’s inside
It’s better to find a retreat and hide.
When I lash back and ignore all the rules
I join the mass of ignorant fools
Who believe in the beauty of their clouds
And when that cloud absorbs the high , and gets filled to the brim,
It has no other choice but to implode within.
I wrote this piece after going through a whirlwind cycle. It was all about the resistance to going under and riding the low wave. I likened this to a cloud . I also thought about idealists, who create their own perception of reality, and I pondered this notion. I am still undecided.