Wound (past tense of “wind”)
Posted by funky uncle mustard on 05 Mar 2007 at 09:35 pm | Tagged as: Being Yourself, CareerMustard, Meaning of Life, Meaningful Work, MustardMusings, Passions, Poem, PoeticMustard, PunkMustard, Pursuing Dreams
wound
with layers
ductape
at first,
it was just a couple
strands
It wasn’t uncomfortable
Then I noticed
additional
layers
Thick, sticky
spaces filled quickly
panic
I cannot breathe
I am round, wound, wishing to be
unbound, free
I push, flex
but the strands surround
I cannot be found
slowly losing
breath
me
–
14 June 2004
1st comment explains what I was thinking
What was I thinking?
I really don’t know how this came about, but it’s a little like the expression “boiling a frog.†We make decisions that at first seem harmless or maybe put us in situations (e.g., jobs) that we think are temporary, and then, suddenly, we find our very soul is being sucked from us. How many of you can relate? I feel, though, that there is a place for us all where we feel that sense of freedom in being who we were made to be. This poem focuses more on what happens when we suppress that need.
In other words, when we try (or feel we have) to be something other than we were made to be, this is what happens. Consider yourself warned! ☺
I like it. I read it quick and skipped your intro so thought it was wound as in mortal or fatal. An interesting twist, but also good.
Say hi to the Mrs. Mustard for me.
jen
Thanks for sharing that one John. I liked it without the explanation, but it took a much more obvious meaning with your follow up.
I think we all have to make those small choices every day. And we certainly can’t always know where they will take us. Sometimes good, sometimes not so good, places.
I guess that’s the bummer and the beauty of living in time…
Peace Bro,
Matt
Jen, Matt - thanks for stopping by! I’ll greet Mrs. Mustard for you, Jen!