Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.
Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him
Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit
Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Looking at everything to do in front of me,
It gets overwhelming and I begin to sweat.
So how do I attack such a formidable task
The only thing I can think of is start a new …
Really need to define a new starting line
Enabling oneself to begin anew
So all the wanderings previously done are swept into the past
Excited to try again with the hope of fulfilling the quest this time
The learnings from the past are important, but sometimes you need a new genesis
A cinquain is a five line poem that has the following form:
2 syllables, 4 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 2 syllables
The author is allowed to add or subtract 1 syllable from the count for each line. I decided for my first one I would follow the purest form of a cinquain.
It’s just a start
Waiting for creation
So when you get to the ending
Best not to leave a crumb of life behind
Else you might miss the best part
Going forward with your escape
Is invigorating and scary
Now embark on your new adventure
Best to keep thinking about the prize
Even if it’s so far away
Given the journey will be a difficult one
Imagine the stories that you will have to tell
Now go out there and ….