Blooming Thoughts
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Stuart Miles
You're such a late bloomer
you may never bloom.
You think like no other.
You're prob'ly a loon.
You haven't kept up with
the Joneses or Smiths.
You reach for the stars
and chase after myths.
Why can't you just accept
your way's not the way?
Perhaps, if you did then
I would go away.
I'm sorry, but I think
my ship's yet to sail.
My journey's quite complex,
but has yet to fail.
No matter what Jones or Smiths think
I'll fight on.
We agree on one thing:
one day, you'll be gone.
Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This poem was inspired by a study of depression
and how ruminations can lead to further regression.
