Wednesday, July 28, 2010

From the place inside my head

I was reminded today
that we are each stuck
inside our own minds
trying desperately
to get out
and connect with other people.*
That is the POINT
of life--to get OUT of our
minds and CONNECT.

This means that we will have
our delicate toes
stepped on
by those who don't realize they are there.

Our hopes will be shattered like
delicate china cups
and the tea they contain
will spill all over
the linoleum floor.

We will cry our own tears
and laugh our own laughter
at how alike we are
and how different
from
those we love.

*Hat tip to John Green for the image.

2 comments:

TACParent said...

"This means that we will have
our delicate toes
stepped on
by those who don't realize they are there."
This is my favorite part of the poem -- though I love it all. I have truly experienced having my delicate toes stepped on. And you're spot on: Usually the "stepper" doesn't realize that my toes were there at all.

Dymphna said...

Yep. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson