In a Universe Full of Stars
by Deborah Breuer
I am tired.
Tired of not knowing, not caring,
The all consuming, soul dwindling existence that purges me of my potential.
It leads me to ask,
Why is it,
That in a universe full of stars,
The ones that are most exhausted,
Will have the strongest impact?
I am tired.
Tired of giving, unconditionally,
Without asking why.
Why must I live as a slave to the undefined purpose?
In a universe full of stars,
Author's Note: about the author: a truly devoted teacher wondering in a world where so many could, why are the teachers the only ones expected to teach?
Posted on 12/29/2010
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 12/29/10 at 03:25 AM|
I feel like this sometimes. Life can be exhausting.
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/29/10 at 06:07 AM|
And why are so many teachers taught to teach lies? Why in a tiny world in a seemingly insignificant galaxy do so many feel the need to hide truth? Are we afraid of our insignificance, or of our potential?
|Posted by Scott Utley on 12/29/10 at 06:35 PM|
I love this - the concept as well as it's execution - would not be surprised if this becomes a super nova for you.
|Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/29/10 at 08:16 PM|
Giving unconditionally of oneself is the single most difficult thing to do in this life. I strive for it and yet sometimes I dont quite make it. Just when you think you have exhausted yourself, something or someone will come along to renew your hope.