The title 'nothing will change…' made me think why won't anything change.. Is this like a leopard never changing their spots as in a liar or a chest won't change or is it something more than that...? All the same I was intrigued as to what wouldn't change and why. The '... ' added to the suspence.
you take in
one big breath
reject the air,
I love this opening and the imagery of lungs rejecting air as if they can just say "no, not todsy matey" I know it's more than that and I think this particular part is about gasping for breath due to an anxiety attack possibly?
you feel their walls
like you took in
I like the idea of the lungs saying no to the air as it feels as though the air is unknown chemicals or worse known chemicals that have been purposefully inhaled anyways.
the entire world
for a second
you find your spirit
letting out a big sigh.
This makes me believe this is about an anxiety attack and the effects it has. I like the image of a soul sighing, it's beautifully sombre but truthful and relatable.
you come back
and there you are;
in the same place
and the same time.
If only we could morph elsewhere when these blackouts happen ; possibly even a different era. I'd love to go back and see if the dinosaurs were real =)
All in all, a heartfelt, realistic and relatable piece.
Good luck for this week's comp,
This is my like my third time coming back to this poem, and each time, I feel the sadness throughout. The lungs rejecting the air makes me think of times where we want to survive, but feel as if everything is pushing us down. And it's all too much. Especially when our mental health is so low, but we're still holding on. When our brains seems to conspire against us, and every step forward is like a rebellious act. When I first read this, I almost saw it as a bitter realization that there will be no progress, no change, everything would remain stagnant. On the second and third read, it kind of reminds me of a book I read about agoraphobia. Wanting to challenge perhaps irrational thoughts, but also wanting safety and not wanting to compromise that. Maybe there's resignation and defeat in not being able to explore the great big world, but maybe there's also a sense of assurance in knowing that at least you are secure. Even if you can't take more than a few steps outside without the world closing in, without the panic, at least you are able to exist, no matter if it's limited space.