A Transition Poem by Meru
they said, “we’re going to have to let you go”
in a tone bereft of any emotion
standing silently before you, powerless
to keep you steady
you know it’s not them, it’s not you
it just is.
it happens every day;
the floor simply vanishes
yet again, it’s a time of transition
transitioning the mind to accept
the unavoidable: to feel loss, and lost
in a state of worry and fear
the molehill of bills
suddenly became akin to a mountain
the flurry of worries flit around
like crazed birds trapped in a house
“it’s an opportunity in disguise,” friends say,
in a tone of tinny optimism
standing beside you, powerless
to assure you any further
you know it’s not them, it’s not you
it just is.
it happens everyday;
people don’t know quite how to respond
yet again, it’s a time of transition
transitioning the heart to feel
the much needed calmness: to function, and move
towards a forced, dazed state of acceptance
transition is hard, indeed.
i know somewhat of how you feel, meru
ReplyDeletei like the spacing in this poem and
especially
"it just is.
it happens everyday."
that's hard to accept.