Alarm

the noisy alarm dings,
like the starting bell of boxing,
another fight,
another day,
begins.

with the routine task
of waking,
eating,
commuting,
working,
eating,
working,
commuting,
eating,
sleeping,
repeat,
repeat,
repeat,

may I not lost
my value,
my worth,
my purpose,
my dreams,

under the haystack
of mundanes
in the world of
routines,

before my life’s
final alarm
rings.

I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I wanna go where the wind calls my name

05.31.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash
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24 thoughts on “Alarm

  1. From start to finish this is so good!! I like the urgency that the “bell of boxing” gives the beginning. And the idea of a life fully lived when all around us is routine. “Under the haystack of mundanes” makes me think of a needle in a haystack, like we’re all covered up by so much that life throws at us, and we struggle to stay on top, or at least pick our way out to find those dreams and purpose. Anyway, your poem was an excellent read for me this morning.

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  2. So true. We all need alarms. More often that not, they come in the most horrible ways possible. Hopefully we have enough sense to not always wait for such an alarm.

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