I’m addicted to my son’s safety.
I think it’s possible that I’m constantly
thinking about his health and safety
because of my own childhood trauma-
of which he does not have.
Maybe it’s time I let images
of him laughing and running,
with his gleaming eyes and bouncing hair,
flood my thoughts. My trauma is not his.
I need to remember this and to be
better about it. I have such a deep
connection, and love for my son, that I can’t
fathom how any parent or guardian
couldn’t. And there I go, not being
better about it. Back to him running,
and laughing, and being loved.
The only time you should care about yourself
Is all the time,
and that’s just the beginning.
You will meet better people than me,
but you’ll never meet anyone like me.
Not being interested in fitting ideals.
I admire the yellow-
while rejecting Purple’s purgatory.
I am nothing
other than myself,
and I am very comfortably
Outosego has taken a few words of mine (my poem, Set Sail) and added those words to a video with images. I’ve never seen my work added to visuals and music such as this.
Outosego is a very active, supportive, fellow blogger and a social media artist.
You can check out Outosego’s creativity mixed with my poem here:
M. Taggart : A thought is like a ship
I hope you enjoy this as I did. Cheers!
(ps- the music kicks in at roughly the 12 second mark.)
A thought is like a ship at sea.
Some of them never come back.
No matter how hard you try,
the words aren’t the same,
and they’re gone forever.
Sometimes I focus on things that I shouldn’t.
I think of them every which way.
I feel I need to let these things run their course,
or they’ll never live through their life.
That’s the essence of a daymare,
and how it lingers while awake.