Sentinel

The skeptic in me sends search parties,
to read signs of deterrent,
whether they are there or not,
The over-cautious mind of mine on mode of alert
for a warning of sorts,
At the end of the day I am not sure,
what I was waiting for, come tomorrow
I am once more on duty like the soldier
on patrol at the combat zone,
anticipating the unknown.

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Not an unintelligent way to be,
Beautifully stated!

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you dear poet for the lovely comments.

[Neville]

She was like a coiled spring, hot wired and ready for anything...I thoroughly enjoyed these words & thank you........N

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you dear friend. Are you all set for your travel? Do yo have very close family in Bulgaria? I wish you a very pleasant stay. Abraço

[Neville]

No family, just friends there and thank you.....

[Mrudula Rani]

Tudo de bom.

[Arya]

I have observed that always keeping your guard up can actually become addictive sometimes and you have really expressed it very well in your poem.:))

[Mrudula Rani]

Your observations are very accurate, the addictive behavior takes a toll on emotional well being. Thank you for reading my words.

[Paul Bell]

What you're doing is, is surviving.
Instinct learned over thousands of years.
It's actually a great instinct to have.

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you. that's the most assured words I needed to hear.

[sette]

being on guard can sometimes be difficult but then being a risk taker can also be challenging as well. a nice piece of writing

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you. Being on guard has been a force of habit. But Some habits take a long time to discard , especially if they have been inherited. All the best

[sette]

that i understand

[Sami Khalil]

Overly cautious, overly protective and overly watchful. This alertness is due to many forms of anxiety and insecurity. Imagining things are there, protecting the unknown, fighting inner fights. I love this.

[Mrudula Rani]

Dear Sami, you described perfectly my nature. But with time I have learned how not to worry about things that I have no control over and my scientist husband is a big help too. Thank you dear friend for such a precise analysis.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome.

[barleygirl]

This is an artful & creative way to describe anxiety. Many people write poems about anxiety on this website (usually intense or dreary), but not one of these other messages sounds playfully honest like yours does! I remember, in my younger days, when my mind was zooming all the time & part of it was trying to anticipate whatever might be happening in the next few slots of my schedule. Now I can't think that far ahead, which has been a blessing & a relief from this constant vigil described so truthfully here! If only we could have the peaceful slowdown of age when we're still youthful & energetic! I like the way you describe this with a vivid string of related metaphors (search parties, signs, patrol, combat zone) *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Mrudula Rani]

I believe the tendency to anxiety is hereditary. My Mother was like that, she would overthink every thing to the point of developing ulcers. She died when the surgery for repairing perferated ulcer was botched. I talk myself out of anxiety constantly.but certain things in life are hard to out grow. Beijo

[barleygirl]

I'm sorry to hear of the tragedy of your mom. Sometimes having a loved one suffer greatly from a shared malady can help us be more determined to manage it as well as we can (((HUGS)))

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for your kind and lovely words Margie dear. I appreciate your beautiful heart.