Inspiration Interpretation

I can feel it Creeping up Laying in the corner, avoidance all written across its face. I can feel it Almost happening Coming thisclose and then falling back again. I can feel it Peering in Against the window, face smushed there, fogging the glass like morning mist. I can feel it Know it will be Allow myself to begin to believe it's right around the corner. I can feel it But can't reach out to grasp The strings hang loosely beyond my reach... I can feel it... Someday soon. Until then I lie in wait, in hope, impatient.

I feel like there's an anchor crushing my chest. It's so hard to watch you going through this, to sit by your side and see you suffering, and know that there's nothing I can do to help ease this pain. I can do what I am doing, and nothing more. Nothing more significant. I can listen. I can plan. I can help, do more around the house. I can try to be patient. But some days, like today, it gets hard. This illness isn't just affecting you... It's all of us. I pray that once this is over, it's over for good. We can move on, be the happy little family that we are without worry that we might lose you sooner than expected... Some days, like today, I feel crushed by the weight of this responsibility. I have to hear your complaints knowing that we can't yet make a move. I have to be strong, when what I would really like to do is go to the bathroom, sit on the floor, curl in a ball and sob. I have to hear it without getting angry, even though it's trying on me to h...

Inspired by this quote: “If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn Failure is Not... By Jaden Brulotte 8/22/08 Shattered like glass, the splinters scattered like stones cast to the ocean and rubbed the wrong way, to dull its sharpness Strewn like driftwood, my dream has wilted, color faded to gray because you took it away... If I was to get lost in the shadows, the darkness of trees lingering in the limbs, the leafs like lonely soldiers crunching beneath my feet I would be forgotten, left behind like these seaweed wigs haunted toupees from the depths which could be me. But I will begin again, I will find a piece that fits in this jungle mess puzzle, my goal will be remembered treasure amongst the rubble, the ship has not sailed and I have not, have not yet, begun to fail.

Poetry Type of the Day: Didactic Didactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach. Inspired by this quote: ♫ "If there is no wind, row." -Latin Proverb You Must Row By Jaden Brulotte 5/14/2008 One can’t sit back and say “I’ll just float through this day” And expect everyone to respect him. No matter how slow If there’s no wind, you must row With full strength from all of your limbs. When you’re in a still boat, Although you’re afloat, There’s no place to go without you. No matter how slow, If there’s no wind, you must row This alone will be what gets you through. So stop staring at shore Wishing life would carry you more, Wondering when things will get easy. No matter how slow, If there’s no wind, you must row And soon, you will find it is breezy.