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Stay Strong In Change Poem

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What is a home?
A safe place
A place to return to
A place you know is yours?

Can it be taken away?
So many times that you lose the feeling of "This is home"
So many times that when you see it slipping you feel cold once more and realize
You were never really home in the first place?
That you're home was lost years ago, and ever since you've jumped around
Claiming every place "Temporary";

Yet when that smallest bit of hope comes in,
When you hear plans
"This is permanent, this is permanent."
That this will be home for more then it could be
You start to hope.
You grow a bond to this meaning
"This is home"

The walls that you grow familiar to
The way the light bounces off the walls
The way sound travels down the hall and stairs
You truely believe they can be yours.

But only to have the night of thankfulness be crashed
By the news of sudden--and familiar--dispairing news
You realize how much this "home" really was home
How you wish never to leave its safe familiar walls
How travelling three-thousand miles away
Just to be recieved by warm--yet nontheless--unfamiliar walls
Is nothing more then a perfect dream gone awfully scary.

Ah, But real life dreams are just like that.
They come with the price
A price of tears, loss and pain
And the sudden realization that there have been many houses
Yet only few have been home.
That the one you shall go to, was one you saw as home for nine days

Ah, Switching a home and a home
Changing a location by time zone, people, and familiars
It should be a happy journey,
Ah you wished for it once before, that happy dream coming true at last
And yet...

Yet you can't pull yourself to feel truely happy
Cannot break away from the tears that flow endlessly without your control
Ah...
It pains you, everyone has just a taste of how it pains you
But you...you can't even look yourself in the eyes!
You find yourself in a hard spot, the hot spot, and your selfish mind conquers you,
Fighting all reason in your heart!
You need not say "Goodbye" to all this
You need not say those words
You must find a way to say the words that do need to be said

No, it's not goodbye
You aren't forever leaving your friends and family in this home
But rather a "See you again, perhaps when the weather is warmer!"
For when the weather warms, the snow will melt
Sure it'll bring the rain in more ways than one,
But doesn't the rain just make you grow?

Fall brings about the warning of how beautiful dreams are; and their harsh reality
As it grants the leaves its wish and lets them rest for once from the sun's eyes
Winter brings a sense of peace and wonder; a clearness of the beauty
The ice it sheds does not wound--rather it reveals and unmasks--
Making the stay-here birds see the way of it all and admire the beauty of the dream
The safeness the pure white snow brings to the hibernating flowers.
Spring melts away such pleasures, lets the snow turn to water
It brings the rains in two ways, making the mother lamb herb her newborn young
Brings the memories of other winters and reveals the nightmare of the dream itself
Summer...Ah, Summer is like the twilight of it all
It ties up all parts of the dream, the good the bad, the memories
It allows things to grow and teaches it of all the things to come
It allows a peace of mind, body and soul
Wafting in like the sweet smell of newly baked pie
Inviting, comforting, yet always warning of things to come

Stay strong
Live like the tree who knows how to bend in the wind rather then snap in the breeze
Stay stubborn
Like the mother bird who searches the dry drought-ridden ground to feed her young
Be scared
As it prepares you for the reality of it all and keeps you moving on
Be prepared
Changes come, like the seasons of the heart, mind and world.

But most of all
Take your time.
Patience is the key to survival
It is not the early bird, who infact gets the worm
But rather the wise and patient owl who waits for the motion of the mouse

You will survive
You shall survive
This is just the fall
Which renders you helpless and thinking,
"Ah a break to the dream I so wish for,
Yet why is it so painful to finally let go of the branch, that has held me so long?"
You will survive the fall, you will survive the sweet dreams of winter
You will make it to the inviting feast of sweets at summer's lengths
Even if it does repeat the cycle once more

Every year only makes a tree stronger
Each year cutting a new ridge in its base
So what if the seasons continue changing?
So what if the fall and the melting of the safe dream
Brings rains in more ways than one?

Everyday you're one step closer,
To being the mighty Redwood
From the small twig in the nursery.
Yeah, its long. Deal with it.
Written on pure streams of thought wafting through my head about my current situation. Kind of a self-motivator.
Yes, there are a LOT of metaphors and double entrentes! There's even quite a couple of on going metaphors that I don't think annyone will notice so I'll point one of them out to you.

Notice how when I speak of the seasons I say them as if they are names. "Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall"
Yet in another I lowercase it and put "the" before it. This was on purpose.

Infact, everything in this piece was on purpose.

So read it, and if you wish and feel like it,
Tell me what you see in it. Tell me what it says to you. Analyze the thing if you want to! Just tell me what goes through your mind. I want to know.
© 2008 - 2024 WhiteRoseMarie
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