Just Kick it - Day 64
It’s just sitting there.
Begging for attention;
Begging for action.
But you just circumvent.
Ignoring it’s presence;
Denying it’s appeal.
-An exercise in futility.
But it’s still sitting there.
Seemingly growing,
Making it harder
To just pass-by.
Capturing attention
Just a little bit longer.
-Stirring your soul.
It’s in your face!
Holding you captive;
Refusing to forbear;
Forcing your hand.
Resistance is futile.
Getting harder to breathe.
-Shaken to the core.
JUST KICK IT!
Let’s get this ball rolling
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Previous posts for this challenge
Day 1: The Pendulum
Day 2: Half In - Half Out
Day 3: Names Will Always Hurt Me
Day 4: Turning
Day 5: No Longer
Day 6: Equilibrium
Day 7: Entangled
Day 8: Shattered
Day 12:Beat Ball WINNING ENTRY! (Intermediate category)
Day 15: The Golden Rule
Day 16: Panic
Day 19: Birthday
Day 20: Bar Room Blues
Day 21:Victory WINNING ENTRY!
Day 22: Just Another Day
Day 23: charming Knights
Day 24: Thank the Gods
Day 25:The Circle of Life WINNING ENTRY!
Day 26:Try Harder
Day 27:Up, Up and Away
Day 28: Grandchild
Day 30: Streams of Life
Day 33:Pep Talk
Day 34: First Steps
Day 35 Passengers
Day 36: Tools
Day 37:Spirit Fruit
Day 38: Perspective
Day 39:Divine Feminine
Day 40: Princess
Day 41: Trading
Day 42: Sky Gazer
Day 43: My Basement is Flooded
Day 44: When Two Spirits Meet
Day 46: Gems
Day 47: Bridges
Day 49: Layers
Day 50: Light
Day 52: Tula
Day 53: Silhouettes
Day 54: Point of vie
Day 55: Hope
Day 56: Feather
Day 57: At Least That’s What They Say
Day 58: Leaking
Day 61: Lift Your Head
Day 62: Make Way
Day 63: Congested
Your poem today is still installed in feelings of anguish, depression and fear.
Presents fear as "center that looks and knows". As an enemy that stalks the mind, body and spirit to feed on us, to make us weak.
The lyrical voice paints it as a presence that hopes to strengthen itself to attack. But, in the end, he raises the initiative to kick him to get rid of him. And, simply, it's time to do it.
Good job, honey.
Yes and no. I wrote this with the possibility of two scenarios. The one you saw, but also a tantalizing invitation to let go and have fun - to leave order and enter chaos. A bit frightening though in itself to some like me.
To me this is one of those odd quirks of human thought - the more you try not to think about something, the more it forces itself into your mind. In the end, all we can do is face up to it and deal with the thought itself. At the same time, it could also be that we had nothing to fear in the first place, but rather to enjoy. This poem could apply to so many things - it has a universal quality which all poets should aspire to :)
I see this poem as a challenge or appeal for one to let go of something that wants freedom -saying it more fun to let go than to hold on to it or resist it. I may be wrong anyway.
I like the theme. Simple dictions and expressions.