Where Am I? #SoCS

 

Where is the clarity

that once was me?

I held it firmly in my grasp

only hours ago.

My mind is a blur

and the world a whir

of inconsistent incongruity

of poorest quality.

Free falling I grope

for the elusive rope

of sanity that defined my

purpose in living.

The world seems to be

of low to medium quality,

although with every breath I

whisper words of hope.

My mantra now and always

“Seek your joy in all the days”

for each could be the last

you’ll know its gifts.

Of late I’m feeling older

as humanity grows colder-

a pale reflection of  myself

without direction. 

Doppelgängers, she and I,

in battle for the me and my

that guide ourselves

into our destiny. 

Medium defines it well

as far as either one can tell.

We patiently observe and wait 

for wonderful to slay the Awful beast. 

Then, arising, we devour

 every new and waking hour-

a Phoenix from the ash of 

 dark and dour.

CKP copyright words and image

2020

 

Today’s post is in response to Linda Hill’s prompt ‘medium’