Meditations
A Poem
On this Thanksgiving I wanted to post a poem I wrote a while back after meditating. Life is a journey, and it is filled with ups and downs, and despite knowing there will be bouts of depression ahead, I am thankful that I am not in the same place emotionally or spiritually that I used to be when I wrote this poem.
-Happy Thanksgiving
I am a still mountain
Rising stoically through the fog
Of my own introspection.
I can hear familiar voices
Doubt, resentment…
Self-hatred.
Well known characters that
Reside inside my head
And keep me company
When the loneliness
Is too much.
Then a thought arrives:
What an unlikeable person
I must be, to wallow here
In self pity and despair
With no real kindred company
That I could trust
To refer to me
In the same way.
Of my own doing no less,
Through travel and
Through laziness I have
Let the lines fall dead.
I have ceased contact for no
Other reason than absent minded
Forgetfulness. The very same
People I see fondly in my memories
Are too far for me
To reach out and
Talk to.
Do it before you lose another one.
That’s what the inner monologue
Mentions from time to time.
Why have time if not to
Spend it with those you love?
And yet…
I am adrift on the ocean of
My own failures. An inability
In thirty three long years,
To tame the beast of
Impulsivity and secure
Myself some modicum
Of value.
How can I look in the
Mirror and complain when
I find myself to blame
Time and time
Again. Lost
In a spin cycle of sad
Repeated mistakes and this
Overbearing sense
Of disappointment.
All you can do in the face
Of an unrelenting chain of
Terrible choices is
Choose to take another chance
And keep playing
This shitty game.
If you enjoyed that, here are some more poems by Sincerely Seb:
The Places We've Been
There’s a place that I go to That I think of sometimes But it probably isn’t there And if it is It probably isn’t the same As it was When we lived there.
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Well written. I would posit we are all blessed to be alive
Such an incredible poem!