Ambient Exit
They say I’m sitting, still and sweet,
A doll in hand, no shoes on feet.
But I remember leaving fast:
Was it boredom? Or, did joy not last?
A ribbon flies, then drops like thought,
Mid-air, it shines. On ground, it’s not.
I try, I stop, I never stay
There’s always somewhere else to play.
A shimmer, then the curtain drops.
The silence after effort stops.
If no one sees, does it exist?
Or was I ever built for this?
They name it bored. They call it flight.
I call it mine, and neither’s right.
I fade before I’m seen too clear
Too dull to stay, too hurt to hear.
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About this Poem
Ambient Exit is a poem about the quiet ache of beginnings; the shimmer of starting something new, followed too quickly by the urge to leave. It captures the loop of boredom, self-doubt, and the subtle fear of staying long enough to be seen clearly or to fail properly. Whether it’s a project, a person, or a version of the self, this is about slipping away before momentum can take hold and wondering why that pattern persists.
