Lightning Strikes
I woke when the lightning flashed,
streaking across the window,
leaving me shocked and exposed.
My heart raced as the rain drummed on,
but my breath started to steady and my eye lids drooped
and I fell back into an oblivion of sleep.
The sleep took me on a path of the Familiar and Disassociated
with feats of dragon fighting and truthful encounters with my subconscious
until I woke again when the light hugged my curtains
and the daylight’s rhythm resumed.
Monotonous steps that I force into color until my feet swell
and my mind becomes a forced act of intellect when all I want
is to indulge, forget, and isolate.
Until I can do it again.
The word again becomes ingrained in my movements
with words like, no consequences making constant appearances
and accompanying the repetitive notions of my life.
Until I’m thrown off course, struck by lightning, harrowed by life’s burdens,
or my loved ones hit fates that are too close, my acts of comfort transform into
acts of caution just so my notions of life
won’t ever be disturbed again.
This poem is about life and how we get caught up in the notions all the time and before we can take the time to appreciate things, it’s already too late.
The first stanza starts off with sleep, which is a necessity. On the surface level, this person got startled by lightning, but you can also look at it that this person was startled out of their normal routine for an instance before going back to what they know. In the second stanza, it’s about dreams and how even in their dreams, there’s an air of familiarity and getting what you want. In reality, you won’t always get what you want. The third stanza is about the routine of work. It’s great if your work is something that brings you happiness, but if work ends up being a routine that is driven by money then what’s the point? I know sometimes what we do for work can’t be helped based on circumstances, although you have the power to make the necessary changes.
The next three stanzas are very critical on routine, specifically monotonous routine where you have all the given opportunities to change it, but you’re just too lazy. If you don’t acknowledge the value that life carries and how you can do anything, then it would almost be a waste. Are you going to let obstacles get in the way of those opportunities or make up excuses of what you cannot do rather than doing what you can? And then something unexpectedly comes around that changes your course, that’s when you start thinking ahead. By then, it’s too late.
Is life just a balancing act between the ebbs and flows of consequences and successes rather than filled with gratitude of the filling air you take, the strength beneath your feet, and the works your hands create?
Like I’ve mentioned before, I just moved to a new city post-grad and I’m in the new chapter of my life where I’m working and solidifying my dreams. For me, it’s been a struggle getting the right foot forward towards my dream. I knew I wanted to pursue writing, but given the skill set I have and the way the industry is shifting, it’s taking me a few extra steps. I’m still writing on this blog and keeping my mind sharp for interesting moments of everyday life to stick into my writing, but one day, I’ll be sipping tea and writing as I look out onto the veranda. 🙂 Who knows, maybe I’ll even have a cafe! 😉
Whatever it is, keep at it and don’t let yourself settle for your happiness.
Thanks for reading!
Alice