I felt inspired today, so I wrote another poem and created a video for it that is much different from anything I’ve done before.
I’ve felt a bit boxed in lately and am stretching my arms to break free.
I wrote this poem about the dichotomy of love versus despair… along with revealing the purpose of life… all wrapped up nicely within a cute little narrative about a wrecked car, in true Shelly style. Ha.
I hope you enjoy it. ♥️
A poem by Shelly Moore
Inspired by a passing car
To write about the hidden scars
We lock away behind steel bars
Hoping time will heal.
The car had been in a wreck
It sat upon a tow truck bed
Front bumper gone, metal compressed
Straps held the rest in place.
It passed so quickly as I stood
In my driveway under coat and hood
It called to me and I understood
The assignment was to see.
Not see as in view with tired eyes
But see as in feel and realize
Broken hearts and desperate cries
Are love in altered form.
Someone once adored this little ride
A flowery lei hung from the mirror inside
It must have been hard to say goodbye
A lesson we all must learn.
Did it’s owner check a text while driving down the freeway?
Or did they simply lose control because of a bad snow day?
Were they crying so hard their warm tears blurred the road ahead?
Did a deer run out so they swerved and hit a wall instead?
Is the owner okay? Did they pass away?
Was that blood on the driver’s side door?
Were they young or old?
I’m trying to hold
The car’s image in my memory.
I wonder if the driver inside the tow truck ride
Gives thought to any details.
Or does he disconnect, which is probably best
In order to fulfill his duty.
I can’t help but think of my own wrecks
Which seem so far behind
They happened oh so long ago
Yet recalled easily back to mind.
Driving with my ex-husband
To dinner without the kids
A man pulled out and struck my car
In the middle of rush hour traffic.
I’d had the car for just a month
The first I’d purchased in my own
In just a single moment
Giggles changed to worried moans.
Isn’t that how it happens?
A single moment changes life
One second you’re carefree
The next you’re full of strife.
We say things like, “Life’s a roller coaster.”
Or, “You live until you die.”
We miss the point of the in-between
We’re too focused on the why.
We push aside emotion
Which threatens our daily routine
“I do not have time to cry today,
I have an important work meeting.”
What if I told you something
That could change your paradigm?
I think I may have discovered
The actual purpose of life.
I’m not the sole discoverer
I won’t pretend I am
Many people before me
Have tried to break the dam.
It’s really not as complicated
As we feel it has to be
All of the long sought details
Woven intricately into our reality.
Emotion is the answer
There it is for all to see
Our joy, our pain, our longing
Our laughter and tortured pleas.
What do we learn most from?
Is the only question you need
We don’t learn from stagnation
We learn from our difficulties.
We fall in love and ride the wave
A high in its own right
We take a risk to feel the bliss
A fire which burns bright.
We know damn well
The day may come
When rain falls and
Snuffs the light.
We go from shining like the northern star
To darkness and despair
We hide away and lose ourselves
Because life just isn’t fair.
We’re so beautiful, us humans.
We truly, madly, deeply are.
We pick ourselves back up
We learn to live with the scars.
Then, one day someone comes along
Who offers a new surf board
To ride the wave of love again
… and with a smile we climb aboard.
We vow not to make the same mistakes
We now know what we need
We didn’t before the heartbreak
It taught us everything.
The little car which crossed my path
Early this winter’s morning
Spoke to me as if it’s purpose
Was to provide a warning.
It said, “I may be broken but I was loved,
And that’s enough for me.”
It’s purpose served, it sounds absurd,
But the message was meant for me.
I’d experience all the painful parts of my life
Again and again and again
Because they hold open the door for the opposite;
Every Yang is the bringer of Yin.