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Staring out of My Dusty Window

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

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Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at all the children playing.

With envy I sit and wonder,

Why can I not play too?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the games they play.

With jealousy I sit and wonder,

Why I was not invited to have fun?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the lovers in heat.

With longing I sit and wonder,

Why my lips weren’t worthy of a kiss?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the planes flying by.

With curiosity I sit and wonder,

Why I’m not flying far from here?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the birds and the bees.

With bewilderment I sit and wonder,

Why they hang around people like me?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the clouds in the sky.

With confusion I sit and wonder,

Why I can’t flow free as they do?


Staring out of my dusty window,

I look on at the eternity beyond.

With confidence I stand to my feet,

Today I’ll take part in all the wonder.

Time Is Fleeting

If you aren't living the life you want to live, but aren't taking the steps to get there, it is time to get up and stop staring out of your dusty window at those who are. You're way better than you give yourself credit for, much stronger than what those have told you about your weaknesses, and your passion inspires that of others. Don't let the sands of time drain through your fingers without consequence, grip them tightly and make the most of it.

Comments

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 31, 2020:

Thank you, Miss Dora, it is a thought process I work through almost every day.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on March 30, 2020:

I like the many different emotions aroused by looking through the window. Love the final choice the individual makes.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

Thank you, Shauna, I tend to agree with that sentiment myself even in the darkest times where I cry for help. Just need to push through, whatever it takes, get back out there and conquer like the warriors we are.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

Bushra, your name has changed to Aishatu and now I don't know what to call you! I would have to agree with Sahir, live with the firses of passion and die setting the world aflame with them. Absolutely beautiful sentiment.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on March 30, 2020:

Excellent message, Kyler. I'm a firm believer in pulling myself up by the bootstraps, dusting myself off, and moving forward.

Anya Ali from Rabwah, Pakistan on March 30, 2020:

Reminds me of something Indian poet Sahir wrote - I translate it here - 'Live as if everything belonged to you, Die as if nothing belonged to you.'

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 28, 2020:

Yes, like eliminating God from my life outside of disparaging Him. Thanks, Lorna.

Lorna Lamon on March 28, 2020:

This is such an inspirational poem and I love the last verse, as you realise that only you can make the changes to live the life you want. Great writing.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 28, 2020:

Thank you, Ivana and Fran, your kind words are much appreciated.

fran rooks from Toledo, Ohio on March 28, 2020:

Inspiring! It's all in how you deal with life. Only you can make it happen!

Great poem. Thanks

Ivana Divac from Serbia on March 28, 2020:

Wonderful, as always! There's nothing more to say than: wow.