I wrote this about a year ago, when life was very different than it is now. Though, come to think of it, certain things have remained the same. The core feeling I was experiencing when I wrote this isn’t fully gone, if I’m being completely honest.
I wrote this as one of the prompts of the 100 day writing challenge.
I actually enjoyed this challenge because, as the title says, the poem is bottoms up. Funnily enough, it does somehow make a little sense if you read it from top to bottom.
When will I know?
The right one.
Who will help me make them?
They’re left before me every single day
Everyone knows where their comfort zone lies
How else will I grow
Where the sun don’t shine
Forced to face new clouds
Or stick to this path and hide
Should I leave forever
For the universe to give me a sign
I guess I’m just waiting
With no guidelines to show
How do they all do it
Where I need to go
of the torment that goes on inside my head
,with their perfectly ignorant lives,
What do they know
‘Don’t worry, it’ll be alright’
I know they all tell me
It feels like there’s no way out
I’m drowning in my tears
If I never leave it all behind
What will I do
Familiar yet unkind
So many faces
That will never leave me bare
All I know is my past
Or how when or where
I don’t know where to begin
It starts here.
What did you think? I’d love to know in the comments.
Are you interested in the 100 day writing challenge? Let me know and I’ll send you the link in the comments below!