This poem came out of the blue. I just felt the need to write something. So I started typing not knowing where it would take me……..
‘I want to write about something, but I don’t know what to say.
Lots of ideas come to me, but they all seem so cliché.
So let’s give this a try,
Without knowing why,
And see where this writing will take me.
Take me far away
Away from this place
Into my imaginary space
There life is great
There life is perfect
But sometimes it isn’t ain’t so,
But I still keep going there.
Escape from reality,
Escape from my chores,
Escape to a place where I won’t be bored.
Escape to my cigarettes,
My caffeine, my alcohol,
Even my own thoughts.
It doesn’t matter where I go-
Anywhere from here.
Escaping from the doldrums and boredom.
As I wander around this great, big house,
It seems aimless, so boring.
So to the computer I come for some time out.
To escape my reality,
Escape my home life,
My computer is my therapy.
I wonder what people will think of me?
Will they say I’m ungrateful, stupid, delusional?
I say ‘yes’ to all 3–for those things I am.
I am ashamed to be those, but I own those for who I am.
What will make my life brilliant?
Why isn’t it brilliant now?
Shouldn’t it be brilliant??
Big house, kids, money, no worries about bills or food or shelter.
So what the f*@! am I on about??
Can I not be grateful for the things I do have?
And stop looking for a life that only exists out there in my imaginary place?
My imagination is big, it always has been.
So fantasy became my reality,
Until Reality kicked me in the pants, and said:
“Hey!!! Wake Up!!!
You have a job, a family, and a house to look after.
Get on with your life and stop creating this disaster,
This disaster of you not knowing what you want.
You’ve never been satisfied, even when you have everything most people want.
Being bored is a sin—and a destructive one at that.
So stop being bored and get on with your life.
Get your head out of the clouds.
Your life is great,
Your life is perfect:
No bombs, no war, no bloodshed, no famine.
You just have First World Problems.
Ground yourself in humanity, humanity for others.
There you will find peace and comfort and laughter, amidst all their disasters.
You know you can help people,
Help them be themselves
That’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Just go out there and be your true self.
One that is unselfish, caring and kind.
Happy, funny, quirky, sometimes grumpy and unkind.
You see, we all have things we don’t like about ourselves,
But we can’t dwell on them otherwise they’ll overtake our true selves.
So remember your strengths, your weaknesses and your goals.
Open your heart to others and show them the real you.
Warts and all, flaws and all.
Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable.
For in your vulnerability, you show others that it’s okay to be themselves.
Then you’ll know your true friends and cast out the bad ones.“
With this advice, I must move forward
And find peace in my reality.
Let my imaginary space be a sometimes,
And not a place to escape to constantly.’