What was the point.

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Here I stand in the wreckage of my life,windswept and frightened.Where have the years gone what have I done where are the goals I had when my journey was begun.

I had dreams, I had hopes and targets to meet.Where did I loose it all,what happened to me, what happened to my schemes, my hopes and my dreams.

The daily treadmill of life, the relentless repeating programme of pain and boredom. The sadness, the heart ache the strife. Did I not try hard enough I was a worker, a mother and a wife.

Perilously perched on the edge of my life looking out on the dark, deserted landscape  of all that I have failed. The  unspoken words and screaming thoughts that have been caught and impaled .

What have I earned, what have I won.  What has it taught me what lessons have been learned. All I see is darkness all I feel is wind and rain. There is no tender hand to guide me, no love is left I feel only pain. I feel let down I feel lost, all these years I have battled with life and what is the cost.

Who took my eagerness who took my drive, where is the part of me that had once only thrived . I am so tired now, deserted and direction less cast out to sea. Too tired to try any longer a ghostly echo of me.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zumpoems
    Nov 09, 2011 @ 20:08:03

    Excellent. This whole work is very mature.

    Love this opening:

    Here I stand in the wreckage of my life,
    windswept and frightened.
    Where have the years gone
    what have I done
    where are the goals I had when my journey was begun.


  2. willowdot21
    Nov 09, 2011 @ 20:21:53

    I do feel just like that at times, I just have to pull myself together and cope. I am so pleased that you like the poem it just suggested itself to me and asked to be written.


  3. Vampire Weather
    Nov 09, 2011 @ 22:53:34

    Ah I identify so well with these ideas. Truly, I have to ask myself often “where does the time go?” and I have spent my life trying to help people answer the question “what is the point?”

    Your words are so raw and passionate–they touch the heart of the human struggle in all of us, though we generally suppress it until we cannot any longer. Beautifully worded, Willow


    • willowdot21
      Nov 10, 2011 @ 15:17:19

      Sometimes I feel there is a huge dark void waiting to swallow me up wiping out and cancelling all I have done. Some times I stand and fight sometimes I run until it catches me and I just give up. I do strive to stand and face it . x


  4. lilyklynn
    Nov 09, 2011 @ 23:15:01

    This was absolutely beautiful. The words, the flow, the place it came from. “…a ghostly echo of me” – such profound words. I read somewhere recently that the meaning of life is to give life a meaning, and I believe only we alone can do this for ourselves. It’s easy to regret what we could have done in the past, but our mistakes, thoughts and actions have made us into who we are today. And tomorrow is always another chance to get it right. You’re never too old to begin chasing your dreams. Truly lovely piece. Xx Lily


  5. jillnottelten
    Nov 09, 2011 @ 23:36:49

    This poem is beautiful, Willow, and resonates in its language.
    It makes me think of figure of a woman on a ship convinced that she will become one of the weather-worn shipwrecks while she battles the stormy sea.
    It makes me think of a person lost and alone with only her pain for company – poor comfort that he is.
    I see a frightening picture of someone ready to melt into nothingness if only they were let.
    This poem is frightening as well as beautiful.


    • willowdot21
      Nov 10, 2011 @ 15:21:18

      Thank you, I used to think I only had two choices, flight or drowning but now I am beginning to see a third path, to stand and fight. be well and happyxx


  6. penpusherpen
    Nov 10, 2011 @ 09:47:33

    Ah Wilow, an echo and a sigh of a life having been lived but left feeling so much regret. We all have times when we think ‘what was the point’ … why ?.. but we see reports of people having reached their Winter days, alone and frightened, facing the finale’ of their lives utterly drained of life’s spark…… You describe this so well.. xPenx


  7. SaFire
    Nov 10, 2011 @ 10:26:42

    awwww. 😥


  8. willowdot21
    Nov 10, 2011 @ 15:22:46

    I pray we all fight the dark and stand and face it so we can be proud. xx


  9. kate58
    Nov 12, 2011 @ 08:34:56

    Your best piece ever, Willow. Many people will be able to relate to the emotions you’ve portrayed here. xx


  10. willowdot21
    Nov 12, 2011 @ 10:03:19

    Thank you Kate , I was right there when I wrote this but as always I just had to get up and carry on which is why I wrote the Warrior Within. We have all been there and no doubt will go there again! ………….. but not yet eh?XXXX


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