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FEATHER IN THE BREEZE

6/7/2019

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You’re a feather in the breeze
Prodded rocking side to side
No control no direction
As you drift upon the wind
 
Jetsam on a broken shore
Empty life with hints of more
Waiting as your savior
Lifts you up to take you in
 
Transparent and so fragile
Stripped naked and confused
The tears have worn away
the underneath
 
You sacrifice your values
Give up, give in, give out
Prostrated and so
Open just to breathe
 
Fragile, cracked and broken
Jetsam floats upon the waves
Your own needs go unspoken
In your offerings to please
 
Opened with acidic hands
Your inner self wears thin
In a life of hidden winds
You’re a feather in the breeze
 
Silent tears in dark of night
Only you to hold you tight
With loss of soul in darkness
In some ungodly way
 
You cry in silent sorrow
As the sun unveils morrow
You face the waking challenge
Of pushing past the day
 
Fragile, cracked and broken
Jetsam floats upon the waves
Your own needs go unspoken
In your offerings to please
 
Opened with acidic hands
Your inner self wears thin
In a life of hidden winds
You’re a feather in the breeze
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Theresa
7/10/2019 10:34:20 am

I like this poem, it's almost a song. I could not identify with much of it and I refuse to give up my values. That refusal costs as much as giving them up. So what difference does it make?

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7/10/2019 11:23:27 am

Hi Theresa. Thank you so much for the comment.

It is, sometimes, a huge cost or sacrifice (at least it certainly seems to be in the moment) to give up things for the sake of values. I think the difference is in what you end up feeling about yourself. What your subconscious says to you about you. And that can make such a huge difference in your actions and what you can accomplish going forward. It affects your self esteem.

While I was thinking about one person in particular while writing this, for me, this poem, or song (I'm not really sure either) is about so many people, particularly females in a sexual sense, but also males in other ways too, and particularly younger people. So many have such low self esteem that they'll do almost anything to feel accepted, even though they know that acceptance is not real and they know it's for so many of the wrong reasons. They don't know where to turn and so they give themselves up and go along with whomever is treating them nice in that moment (all too often because they're being used, or even simply because misery loves company). That's the feather in the breeze rocking side to side.... they'll do this because someone will like them, they'll do that because this other person might show acceptance. So many kids have such low self esteem that they don't feel they deserve better and they don't know where to turn. For some, it's sex that they think will get them accepted. For others, maybe they feel doing drugs will bring acceptance. It can manifest itself in so many ways.

It's not really about values. It's more about desperation and emotional issues they cannot solve themselves. Especially for kids who are growing up and forming thoughts about themselves and still trying to figure out who they are. I've never been through desperation like that personally. But I've been through it through others, and it is devastating. I was just trying to place myself in their shoes and feel what they feel. I can't say I've succeeded or not succeeded, because I'll never actually be in their shoes to know, but it is what I feel they feel.

Again, thank you so much for taking a look at my blog, and leaving a comment. I really appreciate it and I hope you come back often. I'll be adding more and more in the future.

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    This is where I'm supposed to write something about myself. I still have some hair left. I am still undecided which I like better, photography or painting. Anything with melted cheese, seafood, or pasta in it, HAS to be good. I love the hunt of a finished piece of art that excites me. All quotes, essays, stories, and any other written piece on this website, are original and written by yours truly, unless otherwise noted.

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