Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, May 21, 2023

A Robert Frost Poem & My Thoughts

The Road Not Taken  

- Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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     When you've been to hell and back it's easy to stay on the same path--the road full of pain--not because you're happy but because it's easy. You've gotten comfortable there. You don't want to be there but the alternative--coming face to face with your issues (or maybe more accurately, your demons)--sounds too scary so you forge ahead and tell yourself you're OK. 

     This works for a while but the problem is you can only keep all this nasty stuff hidden for so long. You can only lie to yourself for so long. It will come up, one way or the other, whether you like it or not. It will rise to the surface and force you to deal with it sometimes in many forms at once. For example, you may be in a relationship and your past unresolved pain is causing problems. This happens to everyone; we all have baggage. But how many failed relationships do you want to go through before you stop and realize that you are killing them? It's never just one person's fault, but too many people blame the other person and don't take responsibility for their own mistakes. It's easy to just move on and find someone new but the cycle will keep repeating itself. 

     Now, count yourself extra lucky if you're in a relationship and your demons are coming to the surface as the bond between you two deepens and your mate is loyal and tries to understand you and work through it with you. This person is a blessing and you should thank your lucky stars! Seriously. Stop right now and say a prayer, thank the universe, whatever you'd like, because so many walk away when the sunshine turns to clouds and the roses wilt. 

     Now comes the hard part. You have been given this beautiful opportunity to overcome all this unnecessary garbage you've been carrying around. You've been given a chance to stop the vicious cycle, to grow and to learn, to heal yourself. 

    Love yourself enough to let it go. Maybe you think you deserve it. You may even think you deserve to be unhappy. I can't tell you how to heal yourself. That's something that is unique to everyone. For me, I began focusing more on my first love, the thing that fills my heart with joy and passion, you guessed it: writing. I started focusing on all the good in my life and stopping to really think about all I have to be grateful for. It's hard. When you're in the thick of it, it's so easy to be self-destructive and turn back to your old habits. But just try. Just say, "today I'm going to try to eat healthy." Why? Because what we eat affects us so much more than we realize. It affects our emotions. Over-processed and toxic foods full of chemicals will make you feel like $%#! so stop putting that in your body! The last thing you may want to do is exercise, but tell yourself you will walk for ten minutes. That's it. Maybe you'll start to feel better and want to keep walking. Maybe you won't and you'll have to force yourself the next day. That's OK. Just keep doing it. Years and years of scientific research on the anti-depressant effects of exercise cannot be wrong. It has been shown to be the equivalent of taking an anti-depressant and with no scary side effects. Yay!

     Basically, stop and ask yourself what you need. Do you need a couple days to yourself? Do you need to set aside time for exercise? Do you need to eat healthier? Do you need to go see friends? Go see a therapist? Whatever it is, you're worth it so do it! We only get such a short period of time on this planet, do you really want to spend it feeling like this?

    You are on a road. You come to a fork in the road. You can choose to walk straight ahead and stay on the same road you've been on for years. You already know what lies ahead. You don't like it but you know what to expect and it is not really what you want but it's comfortable and easy. You may even think you deserve to stay on this road to pay your penance for all the wrongs you've done. OK, well you've paid for your sins enough. It's time to forgive yourself. 

     Turn to your right and start down the new road. It is new unfamiliar terrain, it is rough at first and you find yourself tripping over rocks in the road. Get up and keep going. Because when you look up ahead, you see a clearing and a bright brilliant light peeking between two large trees. It is so blinding that you cannot even see what is there but you have a feeling you should follow it. You want to get to that light. You saw no such thing on the other road. On the other path, you could see what was in front of you for miles and it was dim and gray but it was clear. But none of that matters anymore. You've chosen to be brave and you've chosen to love yourself and give yourself a chance at happiness. While you're walking to try to reach the light, you will trip and fall and get hurt. You will cry and think about turning around so many times but you keep going because you feel that what you're doing is right. You are on the path of healing and you look around and see your friends and loved ones along the sides of the road. They are jumping for joy--literally--because they are so happy for you. They are cheering you on. You start to feel happier and more hopeful. So this is why I took this road, you say. I'm actually starting to feel better. Wow. 

    We have a tendency to stay with what we know. Change is scary. Healing is scary. Letting go of the beliefs and attitudes you've been holding onto for so many years is terrifying, but you can do it. The first step is the hardest. Be brave. Rip off the band-aid and toss it aside and don't look back. You're finding your happy.



Saturday, April 4, 2015

$3.99 (poem)

2015
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As usual, I was assigned to write this for class and I'm so grateful because if my profs didn't make me write, I'd probably find other less artistic, soul-feeding things to do, like clean, vac my car, or do laundry...Ugghh! The horror! Thank God I am encouraged to write down all this random stuff in my head. I would surely go insane otherwise. Ok, I'll shut up and get to it. Enjoy!
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               $3.99

Dip me in the cold white liquid
Don't leave me too long
Or I'll fall apart
End up drifting in the water
Parts of me floating
Parts of me sinking to the bottom

They argued over me last night
I felt special until I realized
they didn't want to savor me
But wanted to use me up in one night
while they sat in front of the big box with
bright changing colors, creatures
like them talking to each other

I don't understand why they need a big plastic box for that
Doesn't that happen all around them every day?

My devourers are a strange breed
The tall one with the mustache I get caught in
Reaches for me and stares at me a little too long
It makes me feel awkward
Make a decision, man! I say to him
but he doesn't hear me

The tiny blonde one giggles as she grabs me and
my friends from our row where we've lived for months
she dips me into the deep white pool
But she drops me
I look up and see her chubby little hands
reaching, her fingers swirling, poking downwards
She needs to hurry, I'm starting to feel soft
Ahh! She plucks me out of the sweet liquid
And I travel upwards, upwards
until it gets dark

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Note: The song "Take me Out" by Franz Ferdinand came on while writing this. Just thought you should know. I thought it was appropriate because...you know what, nevermind. At ease, soldier. 



Thursday, March 26, 2015

My Ears Are Bleeding (poem)

2015 - while at UCF  ðŸŽ“ 😄
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I love taking Creative Writing because my professors force me to write things! Yay! 


So, I was instructed to write an epistolary poem in the form of an apology and this is what happened. Enjoy.
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My Ears Are Bleeding

I'm sorry but the entire
time we were on the phone
I was making faces at you

Luckily for me, you had not heard
of FaceTime or it would have surely
been awkward

You see, you just talk too much
And I need to paint my nails
and this Hemingway book is collecting
dust but I have to know what it's about
for my Lit class

Can't you feel the strained silence?
My ears are being raped by your words
Your never ending words

Every pause gives me a quick glimmer of hope
But you start up again
Isn't your mouth dry?
Maybe you need some water

Please forgive me
I know it's mean
Please don't come over
But feel free to call whenever




Sunday, November 16, 2014

Carousel


My heart beats
like a bowl of sloppy Jell-O
in the back of a beat up pick up truck
Soldiering on with little hope but
chugging along just the same

A red wet mess of arteries and cables
and networks and chambers
All that we trust can be taken away
in a flick of a switch, a pull of a plug, a
-wait for it –
beat of a heart, a snap of the fingers.

I'm 32 and it's too soon
I beg the dusty white popcorn ceiling:
Just one more chance.

I held my sister's hand
We laughed, holding the cavity-causing-crunchy-when-wet
airy sugary surprise in your choice
of sweet baby blue or innocent pink
The luscious cute smell of caramel apples
mingle with greasy gross corndogs

Her yellow curls
sparkle under the flashing candy lights of the carousel
Golden, glittery orbs set fire to her blue eyes
reflecting the pink and green horses
smiling as they go around,
a permanent state of carefree joy their only job

Her high silly giggles pierce the late night air
with youthful ferocity,
no knowledge of the silvery knife that slices a heart in love
a heart rejected, ripped out, tossed aside
no fathoming of a cold bed in an empty room
surrounded by machines and bags of fluid
Helpless to save her from a world that
will rain down upon her like jagged glass
and change her laughter from high to low, silly to cynical

White trembling, almost translucent, hand over my heart
Slowing like a train pulling into the station, sluggish pull
lumbering motion, the weight of inertia dragging the passengers'
weary overworked bodies to a grueling –
Just when I think it will 
- stop - 
It moves slower, slower
Stretch and pull the fan string, watching, waiting for it to 
- stop - 
It lumbers, laboriously slow, a creeping, teasing near-motion
Stare and wait but is it still moving?
The only way to tell is to reach up and touch the dusty blades
But that stops it


2014





Friday, July 25, 2014

The Black Staircase

This is a poem written by my character Aiden Black in my book series. This is included in the first book, The Devil You Know.              
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 The Black Staircase

Take me down where it's too dark to see
Nothing but black not a light to flee
A flight on a spiral, a wave of a staircase
Are you brave enough to try
your feet meet with air
You really could fly
Or get caught in the stare
The wind sweeps you up
Fooled into trying
You think you're flying
but where the dumb meets the brave
is a riddle I've yet to solve
Crawling through the cave
You pour the misery over like
a thick sauce of years past
She didn't make this for you;
she doesn't know you exist
but when you get the chance
Ask her, was I missed


-Aiden Black, The Devil You Know © 2014 Elaine Ewertz

Cecilia's Song

This is a poem that opens a chapter in Cecilia's POV from the first book in my series, The Devil You Know. 
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Cecilia's Song

Merciless, ragged bones on fire
 Lies, innocent lives on the wire
  From the depths of her own private hell
   She takes a punch, her lips swell
    But she hides, hides it all away
     in the mirror, watch as her hips sway
      She thinks she is free
       Surely gone of misery
        Oh but it has just begun
         A battle she has already won

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Au Revoir, Connard

2014

I think I was trying to write a country song here, I'm not sure. Oh well. Enjoy. 🤠 

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You'd better be sure before you walk away
Better be sure
Because you aren't coming back
Turn your back and I'll forget you
Erase you
Won't waste another minute on thoughts of you

Can't hold me back
Who do you think you're leaving
Go on, go away
I believe enough for us both
Run to your easy girl
I could never be that simple
She's got a permanent smile
But what lies behind it
Will it be enough for you

Maybe you'll get lucky
Or maybe you'll crawl back my way
thinking you can work yourself in
to my life but you see
That no longer includes you

Sorry but what did I tell you
Fool me once, shame on you
You know the rest
Don't you remember
You had my best
But you're not alone
You've got her now
What, she's not me?