Fading Out

Something new I just wrote/completed. FADING AWAY Fading away, Starts slowly, One day I was in my own home, The next I was in another, I could only bring a few of my things, It progresses, ever so quickly; I am a young soul Trapped in a tired body, You listen to me as I tell my story, you listen so intently, intrigued by what I have to tell. Back to the beginning, Back in time, It’s my reality, Then in an instant, I’m snapped back into your reality Is it so wrong to let me be in my own reality for a little while? The faces, Nothing there, just a blank stare, As they talk to me, Asking me twenty questions, Just so I can remember, I don’t understand, They don’t understand, I get so confused as each day gets closer, I think it hurts them more to see me like this, For some they can’t let go, they won’t let go, In denial that I am disappearing, All I want is to rest, to be comfortable, All I ask is for you to be there, to be patient, While I am are nearing the end, As everyone else I know, has already left, I am all alone, So I ask again, will you stay by my side, Until I am through here, I am not the same as I once was, That person is gone, I cannot remember. I am a child again, so it seems, All I ask is, don’t get mad at me, To be patient with me, To remember me as I was once was, the real me, Even though, I cannot remember you I am losing my mind, or so it feels that way, Not remembering anything, not even where I am; Frustrated, Tired and alone most of the time, Loss of my independence, Trying not to be a burden Fading away, Fading into the shadows, Into darkness, Sometimes all alone, Sometimes with someone by my side, Fading away A sad way to go, Losing control, Losing your mind, Losing your independence, Disappearing, into the darkness, Fading out…

Broken Soldier

Served my country for twelve years, wished I could have served longer, perhaps for life, maybe; however, it's hard when the feet don't run anymore, yea there's ways around that to stay in, but I just didn't feel like I could give my one hundred percent, I feel broken, I guess I don't want to be a broken soldier, though once a soldier, always a soldier; there's plenty of us who are broke, and still serving, but I guess, perhaps that's all I'm supposed to serve, not to say, that I do not miss it, wishing I was back in, deploying, there's been days I thought about getting back in, but now...I believe it's too late...for me, but maybe there is something else I am supposed to do, for another twelve years... I served my country and proudly, I must say, friends that I've made, had a blast serving with all my battles, I may not be there with ya'll in person, but I am right there beside you, in spirit, in heart, I am there.

something to ponder....

just a little something to ponder a bit... Surrounded by negativity, so much of it all around, No work ethic left, what happened to working hard for what we want? Everyone wants the easy way out, no one wants to work hard, break a sweat, do what it takes to get the job done, no one wants to help each other, anymore, what's happened to society now a days?

What is it really, and how does one do it...let it go?

What is it to really let go, of something or someone? There are times I think I know, then times i am not so sure anymore. What excatly is letting go? Is it the same as forgivness, or something different, and how does one really let go?

Be yourself

Be yourself, don't worry about being like someone else, focus on you, strive to be a better you, than you were the day before, you were made as you, not as anyone else, so just be you, be proud of you, don't worry about anyone else, just be you.... (this one isn't finished yet)

a work in progress...

I started a new writing project, not sure how long it will take; therefore, I do not have an estimate time of completion, but as I near the end and as well before I will keep ya'll updated.

Awake I am

Awake I am, Sleep I cannot, I went to sleep at a reasonable hour, I was sleeping well, Then suddenly I am awake, Been on face book, Even counted sheep, Nothing is helping, Maybe I should get up And get on my laptop and do some work, Or maybe I should continue to lay here and.. Toss and turn, Awake I am, sleep I cannot, What is the deal? Thoughts are racing in my head, Some good thoughts and some not so good, Some make sense, and some do not, Kind of like this poem, it does not make any sense, Kind of like why I am awake, Just random thoughts put together to see what happens, To see what I get, This will make for an interesting poem, Typing this from my phone under the app “notes,” So I don’t forget to transfer to a bigger screen, Because after all this might be my masterpiece one day, Though I think not, Snoring next to me, Might be one reason why I am still awake, But certainly not the reason I awoke, Even the dog is asleep, And here I lay awake at 4:02 in the morning, I will probably fall back to sleep in a few minutes, Only to rise again in a few hours, I did some yard work in the heat, earlier in the day, Then went to lunch with the significant other, We took a walk in the park, Only to realize shortly after walking, That it was way too hot, So we went home where it was cooler, Where I almost took a nap, Because I thought I was tired, But only to lay there on the couch, And watch the tube, 4:10 am and still awake, Maybe I will end here and close my eyes, And pretend I am sleepy, Trick myself into falling asleep, Goodnight, or should I say good morning, See you in a few hours because I will Surely be awake and up. By Kristin N. Hurtig ©2015