Sunday, January 15, 2012

Adrift

Lost in the shuffle,
it’s not worth the scuffle
to fight to the surface for air…
I drown in indifference
with barely a small hint
that anyone here really cares.
Bottle these feelings
until I am reeling --
pretend everything’s what it should be.
Won’t take the bait but
am starting to hate this --
feel like I’m no longer me.

©   Ginny Brannan  Written June 2010











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22 comments:

  1. Charlie ParantApril 16, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    Don't remember seeing this one before but I can relate to the subject matter.

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  2. AnonymousJune 20, 2011 at 12:44 PM

    beautiful.
    love the word play.

    ;)

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  3. AnonymousJune 21, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    This is so deep and real beautifully done. I have certainly felt this way

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  4. AnonymousJune 21, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    quite breathtaking.

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  5. AnonymousJune 21, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    As a stranger to you I find it slightly too cocky to say I get it, but I still feel I do. Really like this poem and how it describes something I feel I've been through!

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  6. ClaudiaJanuary 15, 2012 at 3:16 PM

    there are deep emotions running under that stream...not easy if we fight and fight and it just seems there's no chance on coming closer to the surface...great flow to this ginny

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    1. Brian MillerJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:08 PM

      ugh, i know this feeling as it is one i have to confront often in kids i work with...the feeling that no one cares...nice capture of that feeling...

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    2. Ginny BrannanJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:22 PM

      One of the pieces written while dealing with job loss after 18 years. Pushed me into the "pits" for awhile, and I've always been a glass half-full kind of person. Tougher I think on kids struggling, not having the foresight, maturity and understanding to deal with this stuff. I give you lots of credit for your work with them, and I'm sure they're better for it, Brian.

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  7. ayalaJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:46 PM

    Ginny, sorry for your job loss. Hard to do after investing yourself for so long. Best wishes.

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    1. Ginny BrannanJanuary 15, 2012 at 5:52 PM

      Ayala, poem was written in 2010. Am since employed by a wonderful place of business, and love my new job!

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  8. ChristineJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:16 PM

    I have read many poems on this theme, those small glimmers of hope do appear from time to time or we'd all be lost. Nice write.

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    1. Ginny BrannanJanuary 19, 2012 at 1:15 PM

      Sometimes those 'glimmers, take longer than we expect them to, but they do come! Thank you, Christine.

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  9. Susie ClevengerJanuary 16, 2012 at 2:01 AM

    The pain in this one...I can relate to it.

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  10. MargaretJanuary 16, 2012 at 2:06 AM

    it’s not worth the scuffle
    to fight to the surface for air…
    I drown in indifference
    with barely a small hint
    that anyone here really cares.

    Written so well and I am SO glad you have a job. I'm afraid many people are still there...

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    1. Ginny BrannanJanuary 19, 2012 at 1:12 PM

      Thanks, Margaret. Yes, it took a while (and a few seasonal p/t minimum wage jobs) to find a place where I seem to fit well. Felt like I'd stepped backwards 20 years. Advice to anyone looking is to hang in there, and remember--state of economy is not YOUR fault!!

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  11. Tess KincaidJanuary 16, 2012 at 11:20 AM

    To drown in indifference...whether it by our own...or others'...excellent write...

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  12. Susan AndersonJanuary 16, 2012 at 4:55 PM

    I like it.

    =)

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  13. HelenJanuary 17, 2012 at 5:22 PM

    Yes, perfect fit!!

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