poetry

barrier (a poem)

on a chilly golden shore
we stand, shoes forgotten
on the concrete. time
is our only barrier,
not the vast ocean before us.

there is so much to be said,
but no one wants to say
what we’re all thinking:
we are growing older,
wave by wave.

in only a little while, we will fade
away, a sunset of adolescent dreams
and wishful thinking, and so
the questions pore out of us
like crabs peeking from the sand.

who will we be, time? who will we
become? when we come back,
if we come back, things
will be different, and i will
always wonder why.


AN EXPLANATION.

I wrote this poem for creative writing class in October 2018. I remember reflecting on my friend group at the time, as we enjoyed taking late night escapades to the ocean. While some college kids prefer drunkenness at frat houses, my friends and I wanted nothing but a quick rendezvous to the sea, where we could run around like total goofs. This used to be a common theme for us. Someone would send out a text, and then we were rushing to a car to get to that ocean as fast as we could.

Over time this practice began to wither away. As the school year nudged on, we became busier with projects, homework, jobs, and flight time rather than being stupid kids with nothing better to do.

I will always be able to look back fondly at where the inspiration of this poem came, but I still appreciate how life operates. We are never guaranteed anything on this planet, and that’s okay. Relationships sour, and situations strike us down, but we have our memories until the day we die, and this can uplift us in times of stress and sadness.

Time is a blessing and a curse. It’s a barrier in the sense that it blocks us from eternity on this planet, but sometimes it’s the barriers that force us to realize what we need to do in our lives. Just because a barrier is there does not mean it can’t be broken.

Today I’m going to ask you to consider your own barrier. What is the thing that is constricting you in this moment? When did this barrier first become prevalent in your life? Why is it prevalent in the first place?

Just ponder for a few moments…

Malibu, California (December 2018)

THANK YOU!

Thank you, my dear readers. You guys are constantly inspiring me to challenge myself when it comes to writing, and I really appreciate it.

❤ ❤ ❤

-K.

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33 thoughts on “barrier (a poem)”

  1. Relationships break down… I resonate with this. Right now I am moving on from quite a number of people yet I feel great about it.
    I am closer with a smaller number of those who get through and aren’t taking too much from me.
    I am also getting closer or deeper with my hobbies or creativity… strength
    Thanks for the post.

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  2. Ohhh I love your poem. And I love your backdrop of the inspiration even more. Time is such a precious gift I agree. It’s the only thing we have for now. So we make it expand with all the LOVE we have ….. all that we can give and all that we can graciously receive as well. ❤️

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  3. A thoughtful poem, Katie Kay. I think you will be heartened by the fact that as you grow older the barriers become less constricting. Not sure if it is knowledge or attitude. I do know that as friendships fade the experiences remain yours forever. Thanks for forcing me to think today. 😂

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    1. Wow, John! Thank you for your perspective. I really do hope that those barriers are less constructing with time… 🙂 And that is reassuring that our experiences remain with us, even when the people do not. Have a wonderful day!! 💜💕💜💜💕

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  4. ‘ it blocks us from eternity on this planet but it’s the barrier that forces us to realise what we need to do in our lives’ this is deeply true.💯👍
    We can either choose to waste time as it passes by or make the most out of it as every second builds on another.
    Beautifully expressed poem💚🔥

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    1. Joel, thank you so much for your insight!!! I love how you have said, “We can either choose to waste time as it passes by or make the most out of it as every second builds on another.”

      The choice is ours.

      💜

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