by Dokurtybitz
Mike’s micropoetry is being published here as part of a guest series this week.
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He calls himself a Gamer, a Geek, a Dad, and a Bi-Polar Mess…
I call him Mike. 🙂
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We change
And evolve
Who we are
And who the world
Sees,
A fight to move past
The three year old
We used to be
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Children of chaos,
We desire
Our orderly step-parent,
And all the promise
It offers,
Still we come face
To face,
A blind, idiot god
Scrambling,
All that we’ve built
Or imagined to be so
Moving past the 3-year-old we used to be… Sometimes we think we’ve done so – moved past, moved on, gone beyond, grown up, matured – only to be confronted with the fact that really, we’re still stomping our feet and throwing tantrums. Just in more sophisticated ways. (Well, some people are sophisticated about it, I guess. I, for one, still stomp my foot and shout when I don’t get my way. 😉 )
Many of us fight hard to get away, to carve our own way… Only to find we’re walking in the footsteps of our forefathers (and mothers). It’s a difficult reality to reconcile, I think.
I love the vivid, thought-provoking vernacular in the second stanza… it may have given me the chills. Lovely.
xoxo
Thank you *bows* it’s actually two separate poems , but after Mrs fever put them together,, they do kinda fit together