Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow Never Knows.
True.
I have a pretty good idea.
About the next day.
The day after too.
Time is endless.
In the void.
A colorless, gray place.
Not my scene.
Not my feeling.
Yet.
Here I am.
We all take turns here.
And it was mine.
There will come a shard of light.
A path made clear.
A passion felt.
I will move forward, in time.
Not My Feeling (a poem) by
Christina Schmidt, MA
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Thanks, resistblue 🙂
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Yes!!
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Yes! Makes me think what am I going to do with the time I have while I’m here. Great Beatles track as well!
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Hi Clay! Thanks for your thoughts. While I was composing this piece I kept hearing Tomorrow Never Knows and I couldn’t argue with it. The void I feel today may not be felt tomorrow.
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I think allowing ourselves to feel things and sit in a space for a moment is good. I am learning to feel all the way through something before moving on so I don’t keep it with me anymore.
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Thank you, Shell and you’re right of course 🙂
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Nice blog 💕💕
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Cheers, thank you.
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My pleasure, followed you ❤️
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Lovely poem!
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There is always hope.❤️
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