Happy Monday and Labor Day! It feels good to be back to a regular schedule. It also feels good to be done moving! Who knew moving could be so stressful?
One other thing that makes me feel good is cooler weather! I am definitely feeling a significant difference in temperature.
I have been reading a good amount of poetry lately and that made me want to share some more on the blog! 🙂 I hope you all are not tired of my poems. There will probably be more to come!
Who are some of your favorite poets? Are you a poet? Let me know in the comments below!
I am a fan of Langston Hughes, Edgar Allen Poe, Nikki Giovanni, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
I wrote this poem sometime this summer, and I am wondering if I had the novel Great Expectations by Charles Dickens in mind. I was delightfully surprised by how much I liked that book despite Dickens being very long winded at times. Pip (protagonist) learns so much about how expectations are not reality, and they can keep us from missing the lovely moments in front of us.
I continually have to remind myself that I can never reach perfection and that contentment is a necessity for humility.
I know I am probably not the only one that struggles with this. SO without further ado here is my poem!
Expectations bring illusion
They cripple hope
While masquerading as hope
They ruin dreams
While disguising themselves as dreams
Expectations bring pessimism
In all their facades of victory
They continually let you down
As you search for perfection
You hate what you see around you
Expectations bring noise
Searching and running to them
Voices of achievement pull you
All silence is lost as you race
For the frivolous goal of making expectations reality
They barricade you from a beautiful life
They promise you a cure to a disease
But the disease was the expectations
The rush of them turns out to be an amputation
Parts of you always lost until you give up your expectations
~ Kenedy M.