This is a rather random poem that I wrote, that expresses a feeling I think everyone has at times. I don’t usually write poems, you know, but this one is not about love, it’s about significance, and about being a human. Enjoy.
“Like a newborn,
I praise myself and what I have made
I fill myself with pride, and I feel,
for a fleeting moment,
that I am of significance.Like a newborn,
I learn, and am inspired by what I make,
each new thing seems infinitely more refined, and I feel,
for a fleeting moment,
that I am evolving.
Like a newborn,
I can be fragile, and my world can be destroyed,
smashed by realization that I will never be,
for a fleeting moment,
one of those, of true significance.
But like any newborn,
I may cry and scream awhile,
and then forget come dinnertime,
about my insignificance.
And like the fool I am, filled with pride for insignificant things, I remain inspired.”
Well done. Something I would like to see in your blog about page… it very easily symbolizes a blog named Adultward.
It’s great. I can absolutely identify with what you express.
Now, off to feel significant.
That’s true.
Thanks, Nicole. I’ll do that, I think.
*giggles and hugs*
It’s very nice. “fleeting” is special word, I think. It’s very emotilnal.
Thank you for reading it, Shiori.