A five-word poem begins with five given words—
and becomes whatever truth they unlock.
Words from my sister and her two-year-old daughter : Flapjack, ice, yum yum, predicament, & vanity
Stuck.
Too much on the mind.
Overwhelm
to the point of freeze.
I can’t decide
what to do
or how to start.
To break the ice—
to burst into flow
like water beneath.
Flip me
like a flapjack.
Let me see
the other side.
This predicament—
not a lack of choice,
but a forgetting of it.
A body paused.
A mind circling.
Is it vanity
to believe I cannot?
Something imagined
I must overcome?
No.
This is real.
And believing that
is the first step.
Knowing I can’t
is what leads me
to where I can.
So I begin
with enjoying—
every yum yum
of the day
to its fullest.
Every small moment
where joy hides,
I find it.
With the patience
it takes
to watch a flower bloom,
I watch myself
watering
the seeds of flow
in scattered places—
trusting
they will connect,
eventually,
into a life
of movement
(with rest)
And peace.
Truth & Poetry 