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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 175
The Fish Tank of Life
Did you ever feel like a guppy in the fish tank of life? Sometimes you may change your stripes but there are still plenty of fish bigger than you, prettier than you, more talented than you and even more aggressive than you. And we aren’t even talking about the other inhabitants of the tank like sharks that will eat you up and not think anything about it. Also frogs and snails who will stink up your tank and clean it at the same time.
My name is Deema. I started out as a guppy. Then, I had fish therapy at one point and outgrew my tank. Now, I swim in the ocean with the dolphins and teach man how to fish like dolphins do. I communicate so much better and know who I am and where I belong in life. I even help other guppies and try to save them from the aggressive sharks in their tanks.
What about you? Do you know what type of fish you are in the fish tank of life?
Some Poetry I Love is a reblog of my own from my other website, Susan’s Creative Writing and Poetry. This blog post was written by me in March 2015 and was titled, Some Poetry I Love. I continue to write poetry, mostly free verse and Haiku. Currently, I am learning the poetry form of Haiku on All Poetry from a Beginning Haiku class that is weekly for 19 weeks. FYI…never let you mind grow stale. Enjoy my blog post.
I want to share some of my favorite poetry that I love. The poets and poems that I share hold a special place in my inner soul. They speak to me personally in the silence just by reading the words. I transcend to the place the poet is while writing the poem. Listen and let the poetry speak to you.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
What is my biggest regret? I try not to live with regrets. I look at life as full of choices, at least when you are an adult. It is apparent to me that each choice you make either consciously or unconsciously results in your life following one path or another. I used to blame God for the path I had followed, but now I truly understand free will and that God does not impose His will on me. It is just that each choice has consequences in your life.
Back to regrets that I have. I suppose the biggest regret that I have is that my first boyfriend, Tom and I did not get married. He was my first true love and was really sweet and good. I was, on the other hand, immature and had only one goal in mind…to complete nursing school and college. I delayed marrying him because I was afraid I would become dependent on someone and not be able to be financially independent and able to support myself if the marriage failed. I continued with school and Tom became impatient with me and my limited amount of time that I could spend with him. With my determination to complete school and Tom’s problem with feeling excluded from my life, it was clearly doomed to fail. We did not know how to communicate what our needs were. Tom went on to marry the following year to someone else and I have never seen or heard from him again. That is my biggest regret.
I realize that the choices I made directly determined the path I followed in my life. I became a nurse and years later met and fell in love with the man who is now my ex. Given the choices that I made, right or wrong, they led to the biggest gift in my life, my daughter. The pain I felt in my marriage also led me into counseling and with therapy, I was able to deal with my lost childhood, the sexual abuse, and change into the person that I am today. So even with regrets, I have been blessed with gifts along the way. It all depends upon our choices that we make in our life and a gracious God that honors our choices but still loves us unconditionally until we are ready to be loved unconditionally.