Poetry Time

I decided not to write any more poems unless I’m really inspired – because most of the time, they turn out to be about love, and I hate that love is all I can write about. So of course, that made me look through the many poems I’ve written this past year. I found this one.

“Headlights” – January 5, 2011

You blended in with the darkness,
your eyes squinted to shut out all light.
Your eyes created no light.
I felt the oncoming explosion of anger,
like headlights blasting from a hill.
I will be trapped inside
like deer paused at the sun’s rising.
When you unsquint your eyes,
calm your fingers down, smooth them,
iron them until they lay flat,
not curled into fists.
Numbness will not pervade me, I will
be able to move, the headlights
will dim, dim, dim,
the vehicle will come to a stop
and that is when
the sun will rise.

I think the message of the poem is something like this: You cannot control another person’s emotions, and nobody can control your own emotions. There’s no sense in saying, “He made me mad!” You allowed yourself to get mad. In one of his self-help books, Stephen Covey said something like this:

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response. In those choices lie our growth and our happiness.”

That’s one of my favorite quotes of all time.

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