Reflections (Dear Self Part II)
This poem is based on the song, "1979" by the Smashing Pumpkins, & the splendid tune, "Breakaway" written by Avril Lavigne and sung by Kelly Clarkson.
Dear Self,
Looking out of the window from the den.
A horse without a rider is no equestrian.
I pray in the present saying, “Amen”.
Reflections in puddles laugh again.
Dreams sail by every now & then.
Hopes fade to a faint question of, when?
Time cannot freeze cryogen.
Stuck in place like a mannequin.
Reflections in puddles are my only friend.
Reaching out to only to get cut off brings despair.
Not being wanted is code for beyond repair.
Being left behind may seem unfair.
Perhaps this pain is meant to prepare.
Like a deer in headlights blinded by glare,
A path of crossroads awaits, but where?
Going back is just warfare.
Hindsight teaches lessons to be self-aware.
Sitting alone in this chair,
Tears fall slowly through the air.
This I declare,
“Life is not a game of solitaire”.
Does anyone care?
Is there end to this nightmare?
Clouds of rolling thunder bring quite a scare.
I listen to what they have to share,
As the rain falls to refill the puddles as they stare.
Looking out of the window from the den.
A horse without a rider is no equestrian.
I pray in the present saying, “Amen”.
Reflections in puddles laugh again.
Dreams sail by every now & then.
Hopes fade to a faint question of, when?
Time cannot freeze cryogen.
Stuck in place like a mannequin.
Reflections in puddles are my only friend.
How can I play this hand from this place?
Abandonment is quite a mystery to chase.
Writing down clues could crack the case.
Moving forward must be done at my own pace.
Pray & be thankful for El Shaddai’s grace.
Pieces to this puzzle aren’t in outer space.
One by one flowers will bloom in the vase.
Wonders stretch across the mind as it begins to race.
What if not belonging is meant to embrace?
Perspectives shift with delight across the face.
This is a clothesline drive past first base.
In fair territory by a shoelace.
Taking a lead changes the steps we used to retrace.
Baggage let go does not let memories erase.
Chasing dreams could be the ace.
Rain begins to refill the puddles as reflections form an oligoclase.
Looking out of the window from the den.
A horse without a rider is no equestrian.
I pray in the present saying, “Amen”.
Reflections in puddles laugh again.
Dreams sail by every now & then.
Hopes fade to a faint question of, when?
Time cannot freeze cryogen.
Stuck in place like a mannequin.
Reflections in puddles are my only friend.
Thoughts shouldn’t be feared.
Explore where you are sitting while the path is cleared.
Isn’t it weird how foggy mornings suddenly disappeared?
Letting go of baggage is like sheep getting sheared.
Standing in place while the wheel is steered,
It is so much easier than fighting against being smeared.
Stoplights change because they are properly geared.
There’s a reason for pauses to be revered.
Reflections cannot haunt when they are speared.
Faith is meant to be persevered.
Hope takes a chance when no one has cheered.
Birds cannot learn to fly unless they’ve volunteered.
Dark days will pass that’s how things are engineered.
The sun always comes up & cannot be commandeered.
Rain refills the puddles, but the reflections are just a false beard.
Looking out of the window from the den.
A horse without a rider is no equestrian.
I pray in the present saying, “Amen”.
Reflections in puddles laugh again.
Dreams sail by every now & then.
Hopes fade to a faint question of, when?
Time cannot freeze cryogen.
Stuck in place like a mannequin.
Reflections in puddles are my only friend.
Looking out of the window from the den.
A horse without a rider is no equestrian.
I pray in the present saying, “Amen”.
Reflections in puddles laugh again.
Dreams sail by every now & then.
Hopes fade to a faint question of, when?
Time cannot freeze cryogen.
Stuck in place like a mannequin.
Reflections in puddles are my only friend.
Voices in the head say, “It is the end”.
Mind games are real, not pretend.
Know that trials do transcend.
Pray & keep praying so they ascend.
Sincerely Yours,
For whom this was penned.
To understand where this journey began, you can unlock “Dear Self” (Part I) in the archive below.
For a deeper look, you can read the Director’s Cut essay—"The Anatomy of a Sequel: Puddles, Pumpkins, and the Art of Breaking Away” below.
Keep painting those words, & mind how you go!