Feather in the Breeze

FEATHER IN THE BREEZE

6/7/2019

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

4 Comments

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?

David Chorney link

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.

Jennifer

12/20/2019 12:46:02 pm

It seems to me that for this feather, acceptance had nothing to do with it, desperation yes. It’s too bad we can’t ask the feather why it was there because it probably knows by now.

Excellent writing.

David

12/22/2019 09:55:18 pm

Desperation, yes. Absolute desperation...for acceptance. Certainly self perceived acceptance.

That feather, or the person who was guided like a feather in the breeze, would probably tell you she was there because she didn't feel worthy. And was desperate to do so. She would probably tell you it was a craving she would do anything for.

She'd probably tell you she knows many like her and they all have different reasons. But for her, the reasons are multiple and layered.

She knows by now. And yet she doesn't. And won't, until she takes a much deeper journey into her own personal hell.

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