Poem: You Aren't Alone

You Aren’t Alone

Sitting at the table in the morning

Trying to get myself in gear

Seems like the story of my life,

The pressures I put upon myself

To do things, to be better

And then to languish under

The weight of lethargy and lust

For something better that I don’t 

Work too hard toward.

I know success is measured 

In increments and that I 

Have been very successful,

But sometimes, in the morning,

I just want to go back to bed

And forget everything but

The sweet rest of slumber

That, alas, will come permanently

All too soon. So, I gather myself

And write something for you

So you understand you aren’t alone.

September 2024

About This Poem

I write some sort of poem every morning and more often than not, I feel uninspired. This is a poem about just that, but it oddly turned out to be a bit inspiring so I thought I should share it. Sometimes daily life isn't overly inspiring, yet by carrying on we create beautiful spaces that wouldn't be there if we just went back to bed and did nothing. Even the most mundane things work together for something bigger than ourselves so we must carry on. The photo is an isolated Adirondack chair on Slocan Lake in New Denver, British Columbia this past summer.