Wired Up/Breakup Letter #QuarantineChronicles

Part 1

Wired Up

A little literary

Therapy

For when I’m feeling

Wound up...

Bound up...

In an influx

Of invasive thoughts,

Incessant scrolling,

Compulsive clicking

Stuck to the screens

Like a moth to blue light

doth my eyes crave to gaze

All day and all night

Illuminated images

Novelty on every page

24/7 entertainment

Brain waves?

Interrupted.

Circadian rhythm?

Nonexistent.

I’m wired up, up , up

And I want to come down

But now,

I don’t know how

I’ve been programmed

To seek novelty

Reality seems so

Mundane

When I can

Instant retail therapy

Order food

Or play a game

Check on so & so

And subconsciously compare my life

To a perfectly crafted page

Look at all of their accomplishments

Yet never take a break

To create

How is it that I’m afraid

Of the dark of my own eyelids

When sweet rest is

What I crave

But now my brain

Is too hyped up to chill

What a losing game

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Part 2

Breakup Letter

The truth is I have

So much potential

Waiting to be cultivated

And every minute

And hour I waste

Watching other

People accomplish

Their dreams

Sucks a little bit of a lot

Of life out me

I refuse to stumble

Perpetually

And crumble under the weight

Of a perceived compulsion

So many things

Waiting to be

Birthed

Is this wrestling and longing

Just a part of labor?

How come I hardly

Feel I get enough time

And when I do,

I still don’t get it right

Squandering, wasteful

Distracted, and discouraged

That was me then

But I decree and declare

A NEW thing

I’m breaking up with

Distraction

No longer will I watch

Others propel

While I sit on all

This greatness

No longer will I lament

On all the time wasted

And discouragement?

You can leave too.

This is your eviction notice

I'm done being boo'd up

with you, mr. complacent

fear, you've lost your place

I'm kicking insecurity out

of the basement

because there’s destiny inside of me

Ready to be

Captivated

#poem #poetry #QuarantineChronicles