I Wonder By Madison White
As my mind drifts forth and back and forth and back and forth and back - In a cycle that never seems to end. And as my soul seeks out the hope, the end, the hope, the end, the hope, the end - on a graph that can not begin. As my feet take me far and near and far and near and far and near and far - Down a trail of endless walking, without halt. And as my hands silently reach and grasp and reach and grasp and reach and grasp - Yet it all Slides through, lost my grip. As I begin to feel the hurt, the pain, the sorrow, the grief - That has avoided And eluded me For years. And I begin to feel the things oh the things and the things, oh the things and the things - the world offers Yet no thing Satisfies So still I wonder
Life likes to move in circles. Well, I guess it could move in triangles. Or Squares. But that means it could move in Rectangles too, right? Along with hexagons or pentagons. Or maybe it moves like dice, showing a different face for different scenarios.
Nevermind. Let me start over.
Life Moves.
How about that. It’s that simple. Life moves.
It moves in any and every way possible. It moves backwards, forwards, frontwards, toward-wards, high-wards, round-wards, and loop-de-loop-wards. It will shove you through some doors and yank you out of others. It will hurl you into windows or fling you up chimneys or make you crawl up blistering stairs. But it doesn’t let you stop.
Granted, it may slow to the pace of a snail, dragging you, day in and day out. But other times it may keep you shooting about like a rocket ship on a racecourse, making sharp, jarring turns and baffling you with the fact that your ride has yet to fall and flip over – even though you thought for many a time that it was going to anyway.
But I’ll say it again – Life Moves.
And that poem, titled I Wonder, is about what happens when someone who had inwardly become numb was finally gifted their feeling back into their cold body. Correction, they finally wanted to be able to feel again.
But they found they were unsatisfied. They found that what they had tried so hard to escape from, still existed. And the poem ends on that note.
So let me ask a question: Did you relate to that poem? Did it remind you of someone? And are you going to fall into despair again after seeing that you might not always find what you are looking for?
Or are you going to continue to allow yourself to hold tight to what you have regained, to let life guide you, and continue to feel – even if it hurts.
