Today I woke up to a beautiful morning, ready to start another great day. Lockdown has not kept me restricted. On the contrary, it gave me time to work on my projects, to write fiction and also poems about hopes and dreams.
Every day has been filled with positivity and hard work to reach my goals, but as it goes in a chart, sometimes the lines tilt downwards and then they go up again. After waking up and having a nice, filling breakfast, the line began to tilt down a little due to several events and emotions.
So, I dropped everything and sat in my hammock, to regain composure and peace. As I sat there, I listened to the silence of nature, the bees zooming over the flowers, the birds tweeting happily and the wind brushing by, singing its gentle song. A poem awoke. And I thought to share it here with you.
A Song Not Yet Sung
As I sit here
And the owl hoots from afar
Wisdom is not near
And hope seems a distant star
Only yesterday I held hope in my hands
And my goals were so clear
Today it tilts down from its stand
And I am overtaken by fear
Will I succeed?
She got there in 3 months
I, after more than a year
Am still here, with no earned funds
And I wonder
Will it happen for me one day?
How much longer
Until I can reap the rewards and stay
To gain what I worked for in 14 months
Just like her, live off those funds
Like the lines in a chart
Today, mine points down
Its energy, spent too hard
But hope is never far
I can reach the stars, even from the ground
I just need to get up
And believe it can be done
And to my laments, I’ll put a stop
Who said this road would be pure fun?
Belief keeps you going
Believe in yourself and throw those worries away
“What ifs” only stop you from flowing
Stay on this road and you’ll reach your objectives one day
My hammock swings
Birds sing to me today
Much louder than usual, surrounding me with their song
Chirping, and telling me that I am strong
It is my month, the month of May
My song is taking shape, and soon I will also sing