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Disappointment


Wow, I haven’t written or posted a poem in a long-long time! Maybe this will get my creative juices flowing for Flash Fiction Tuesday before my midnight deadline tonight. 🙂
Be encouraged today! Don’t give up and don’t give in!
ChUC
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Don't Give Up...

Disappointment can swell in your chest like the wind at the eye of a hurricane
It tastes bitter
Like Auntie’s Red Seal snuff
Disappointment tugs at your self-esteem and leaves you feeling empty inside
It makes you question every dream you’ve had;
Doubt every answer you thought was right;
Reconsider everything you know to be wrong
Disappointment snatches credibility from your faith
It raises up old heartaches you spent so much time burying
It makes you believe that you are unworthy
Disappointment is like an old mista
It doesn’t creep up on you real soft
It hollers at you, calls you out your name, makes you ashamed of being you
But disappointment doesn’t stop at shame
It makes you regret too
Regret that you even stood tall, branched out, or woke up
When disappointment gets hold of you;
When it gets in your blood and mixes with your DNA;
It has no mercy
It doesn’t care about anything you’ve accomplished before
Doesn’t care about your soul or the music that used to play in your heart
It bangs at your chest with the force of an ocean’s tide
Like your heart is no longer there
And for a moment you ain’t living and you ain’t existing
Even though you’re still breathing
Disappointment is a stingy, lazy, crazy bastard who prefers to have you to himself
And each time you give in to disappointment it gets bigger and bigger until you break under its weight
Then, it feeds on your broken-ness
Until you have nothing left to break
Nothing left to give
But strong are those who pull hope and victory from nothing
Again

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  1. Tre
    October 4, 2011 at 11:42 AM

    Good stuff, I think that would be the perfect definition for disappointment…your stuff is still on point, so I look forward to seeing what you are going to bring once you are back on the regular.

    • October 4, 2011 at 11:46 AM

      Thanks Tre! I’ve been out of poetry mode for a while so I definitely needed to reconnect with the introspective side of me. I guess inspiration comes when it comes though 🙂 Thanks for your support!

  2. Tre
    October 4, 2011 at 11:55 AM

    Well you accomplished it, love the pic also…both showing art at its best. I’ll continue to support, just keep it up.

    • October 4, 2011 at 12:21 PM

      I think it will incorporate more pics. At least, whenever I can find one that enhances the story or poem I post. Your continued support is greatly appreciated!

  3. ChiefRocka
    October 4, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    Good story…what a way to define it!

  4. October 4, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    you are good because i actually could feel what your words were saying! it’s like an infestation of your heart, mind, body, and soul…..

    • October 4, 2011 at 3:05 PM

      Thanks! I definitely pour my all into every line so that you can feel what I’m feeling. Sometimes it’s a meticulous process and other times it just flows.

      Even if people never get my intended meaning my hope is that they feel something.

  5. sando
    October 4, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    I really like this poem ChUC!
    Sounds like dissapointment and depression walk hand in hand. Been there, and it ain’t a sweet place to dwell. Trying to jump-start confidence is difficult, but when it returns we can soar with strength!
    I love your subtle humor in this piece: ‘like an old mista…it hollers at you’. Being an old mista myself I know what you mean LOL!!!
    Keep up the great work ChUC!

    • October 4, 2011 at 3:10 PM

      Thanks for reading and I’m glad you liked it! It’s true. Too many disappointments can manifest into depression if you’re not careful.

      Old folks will holler at you for no apparent reason and make you feel like a cheap pair of worn out drawers! lol! But you’re not an old Mista as in Color Purple Mista or Roots Mista 😀

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