At a standstill
Here again
Unmoved
Unfortunately
No growth
A familiar cycle
What is next
To accomplish
Goals
Dreams
New Year
The same me
About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Thought-provoking & relatable! But you're doing better than you think. You've tackled your first interview this year, implemented comfort objects into your routine, handled pain with grace and you continue to inspire your readers! Great work my dear! 💕
Cycles tend to be repetitive, I like this 😀😀
Yes, it sometimes feels like a cycle. Loved your poem!
This has a reflective, almost resigned tone, capturing that feeling of being stuck in a loop despite the passage of time. It’s like standing at a crossroads, unsure of which way to go. A quiet moment of self-realization before deciding how to move forward.✨💖