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The Future on the Tip of My Tongue

Posted by lookpastit@gmail.com on April 17, 2020 at 5:05 AM


I’m struggling,

because I feel like I’ve lost the ability to communicate meaningfully.

This is not the first,

nor I imagine the last time I will feel this way,

but knowing that doesn’t seem to make it any easier to adjust.

My life, is perpetually having the future on the tip of my tongue,

so tangible and real, yet I stugggle to get it out and beyond

the notions locked inside me.

I’m no da Vinci or Einstein, no Tesla or Rife,

I’m the muse in the shadow of their minds,

the unseen catalyst for great thinkers,

a dot on a timeline of history that (only maybe) gets written,

and I’m okay with this.

I just wish- no, I work harder every day than the day before

to grasp my own meanings in terms that will make sense

to everyone else;

all the better to reach those specific individuals,

the innovators and revolutionaries

born to lead by example

and not pretty pretenses

paraded around by propaganda.


 

Here’s to growing, even in a desert.


 

-M.E.

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