The Rebirth

by Megan Chapman   Sep 9, 2020


Recently I discovered this poem I wrote and typed out probably about 50 years ago and I thought it would be fun to share it here...

As I ran wildly crying
To the stars
For the stars,
Sobbing for what had been
And was now –
But which was to fade,
Like the stars,
In the harsh reality of the daylight world.

Running blindly,
Running sobbing,
Lost to all but the now emotions.
Tears streaming,
Hair blowing,
Breath ripping, tearing,
Sobbing –
Nothing else is but what is now,
But soon
Even that will not be.
What will?

Daylight reality blinding
The eyes of untried babes,
Blinding, disillusioning,
Harsh, cold, unyielding,
Changing, moulding and pushing them
Plummeting through the years of their life.

Events being achieved
Almost without regard
For the person about whom they are being achieved,
Beads of events
Strung on the empty string
Of the paths of our lives
Following each other in a predestined pattern –
Filling the Life String full
And culminating in the Final Knot –
Death.

©Megan Chapman

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Ohh, so many questions here about time and our place in this world, and knowing the inevitable will come... and being powerless to stop it. The vulnerability in crying to and for the stars, and the realizations that there is sometimes emptiness in life, things that fade and times when someone goes unappreciated, their light fading...

    Love that you shared this! You've always been a poet :)

    • 4 years ago

      by Megan Chapman

      Thank you dear Poet. I love that you see so much <3

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    And it was fun to read, Meghan. Almost a tongue-twister of a poem!

    All the best as ever,
    Ben

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