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Mushrooms After the Rain

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In the midst of many worries, in an uninvited screech
If everything is fine, you will surely ask me.

Usual meditation; what if
My problems grow like mushrooms after rain.
Maturity does not want to leave and childhood does not stay.
Despite all the awareness, Yet I wandered in the past.

It's clear as a crystal with the family and friends
I feel like I am missing my own path.
I can feel the reality burying my dreams
Alive ever since, stuck here in need.

I still have the feeling, efforts crushing,
And I feel my real myself online on the internet now.
I have my unique place here, like a product in the store.
I only trust you, you know me, most today.

They hurt with arguments at the dinner table
Is everything OK? You could say

Comments

Aiden (author) on June 22, 2021:

Thank you, Linda Crampton.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on June 21, 2021:

This is an interesting and thought-provoking poem. The idea of problems growing like mushrooms after rain is impressive.

Aiden (author) on June 19, 2021:

Thank you for your kind comments, Patricia Scott and John Hansen.

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on June 19, 2021:

Sometimes being quiet with someone is all that is needed...a gentle touch and moments spared. Angels are headed your way this morning. ps

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on June 19, 2021:

Sometimes our life on the Internet feels more real than the physical or at least take up as much if not more time. I love how the mushrooms spring up after the rain, unfortunately often it is just toadstools. Interesting poetry, Revino.

Aiden (author) on June 19, 2021:

Thank you, Misbah.

We should always seek for happiness. Life is full of ups and downs. As you said we need eyes to see and understand the road. That's so true. We are the only ones who can help ourselves. We should learn to stay happy in whatever way we can. Thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on June 19, 2021:

Revirio, This is a surreal poem that has arisen after a sense of loss; the loss could be manifold, and not singular.

This piece of beautiful literature gives us instructions towards the road to happiness and prosperity. But we need eyes to see and understand the road. We could be inside a car: but then, too, we would need vision to cross to the road.

We are at the junction. The poem has moved us to press the accelerator!

Many Blessings to you

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