How I Got Here: a poem about existence
Growing up, my Dad always told me a story about a well.
He’d say he had this dream where he was standing at the edge of a well in the middle of the night. Except, it wouldn’t actually be him in a physical sense, instead it was his soul and energy.
Growing up, my Dad would say that inside of the well were all the possible lives and options in the universe.
He’d tell me that he would dive into the well until he found a life, and then he would live it. He told me that its a never-ending cycle and that we will all find ourselves standing on the edge of that well one day.
Last night I was thinking about my Dad and this story, so I wrote a little something. Hope you enjoy and I welcome your thoughts in the comments!
How I Got Here
Then it was dark and I was floating.
I’m standing over a deep well looking in.
There’s no pail, but I can feel it’s filled
to overflowing with lives and possibilities.
I’m not alone. There are hundreds of us.
Standing around this well looking in
at all the possibilities.
So close we could reach out and
maybe touch them
maybe grab them
maybe hold onto them.
I reach out,
my fingers brushing
poverty and talent
love and triumph
heartbreak and hatred.
Each life a perfect circle
of possibilities.
My fingers tangle in a life and I am falling.
I am here now, and I’m not sure
if this is a dream, or if I had a choice.
But it is beautiful.
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Ooh, I love this, thanks for sharing!
Dang, yes, so good! ❤️
Oh thank you so much, your opinion means a lot. Thank you for reading and supporting! <3
This reminds me a little bit about the myth of Ceridwen and her cauldron.
Yes! The cauldron being a bit like the well? Love this analogy and appreciate you stopping by!
it sure is beautiful, I really loved this poem, it is so inviting in it's imagery and so true in how we all look in on some opportunities in our lives unsure of which way to proceed xx well done @lilyraabe
Thank you so much for supporting, I appreciate it! And have been loving your posts of late! :)
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Aw, I love it! I was thinking it was a little funny to write this the day after “mothers day” but hey--parents are parents haha. :)
I loved it!
This stanzas struck a chord with me. ;0)
Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it and so happy some of the words hit home, appreciate you!