I seek tranquility in the chaos of my daily life.
My mind is pushed like the trees in a hurricane,
bending to the will of its driving force.
When the day is done I rest, spent of all energy.
I focus my mind away from the day’s turmoil,
Like a dark and still lake lit by the shimmering moonlight.
Ripples are made like persistent thoughts,
left to fade into the night’s darkest shadows.
Occasionally they rise in a maelstrom of forgotten memories,
the tasks I should have done or emails I should have written.
In a desperate moment of resolve I vanquish these thoughts
in a bluster of finality, giving myself hope to rest my weary head
and a chance to rest, find the peace I need to sleep.
Here is the plight of a stress-filled office worker, calling for his inner hero
to free him from the pressure and daily pain of modern life.
Will the hero arise or stay dormant, is the inner voice heard by anyone at all.
Take your pills and go to bed, late as usual because you couldn’t switch off.
When will it end, what help is really needed,
who will bring an end to the grind and free this troubled mind.
A cry of help is not heard because the call is never given.
I am just looking through the window of a self-made prison,
wondering how long I will remain a captive of my own making.
Withdrawn and sullen, driving on day by day,
drawing on the strength of the inner family.
The journey may be long and the road fraught with obstacles
but the goal is firm in sight and the plan made and tight.
Nothing will break my true resolve and take away what I have.
I am surrounded by strength and energy, all I need is to hold out my hand.
The day will come to reap all my rewards and thank the ones who stood by,
the ones pulling me through and the ones who remain close.
My family are my strength, my reserve for when I need it.
Without even knowing they carry my burden with me,
sharing the load seeing that all is made well.
My gratitude I share in our daily encounters and feel safe that they are always there.
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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