Owl Poetry & Prose
What Am I These Days?
Dec 8, 2022
What am I these days?
Surviving, living, existing, resisting, fighting
Wielding, yielding, unsettling, wistful not always blissful
Pain is inevitable yet, bearable
Or so it seems
What of life, of strife and not such a gloomy view
Yet reality is askew
Nowhere is there much sanity but was there ever any?
I don’t think so
It matters not, not anymore
For now what matters is consistent commitment and a dose of grit
To lighten the journey with a graze of wit
Ah what of life, this arduous meandering path of tumultuous emotions
Now I just want peace, contentment and acceptance
Of myself, by myself and for myself
Sigh and Lol
Fingers crossed and a face with a smile
Will keep me going, at least for a while