Wrap Up

In the midst of everything I was ignored. Daily I’d stand hand extended, the crowds hustling past shunning connection proffering false intimacy. Sullen and rejected I watched time accelerate, crowds thin and pass me by.

My life never amounted to anything, it was a momentary swirl of occurrence with me standing alone upon high cliffs wind in my hair watching sunrises and sunsets while breathing in infinite possibilities but never plunging into the abyss of those possibilities. What was it about about mortality I didn’t understand.

On my tombstone the words “he loved standing at the waters edge” are enough, no tones of black derision painting my life as a failure are needed. I want my simple marker to consist of allusions to what I didn’t do. Some among you will see between the words and understand how my existence fell short, those not reading between the lines will pass by neglecting the opportunity to know who I wasn’t, afraid to see their own deficiencies.

I forgot, I’ve forgotten how everything changes from what we thought it would be.

4 Comments

  1. Katee Robert on March 4, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    Oh wow. I got an intense mental image from this. Nice. Depressing to be sure, but I like it.

  2. J. M. Strother on March 5, 2011 at 3:05 pm

    Your writing is always quite evocative, this being no exception. I hope this is indeed not a wrap up and that you continue posting regularly.
    ~jon

  3. Timkeen4o on March 7, 2011 at 1:57 am

    How many people there must be that feel this way. Very haunting this post. I loved it.

    http://timkeen40.wordpress.com

  4. Thgirlfromthe blackstormclouds on May 20, 2011 at 8:57 am

    With each new day we have the chance of making a new beginning. At the turn of each clock hand a perpetual opportunity presents itself, eternally our patient bride waiting for her gold band.

Leave a Reply