SocialMedia Therapy Poem

THIS IS SOMETHING WE ALL NEED, EVEN I,

Eyeballs away from the screen into undiluted light,

Waiting to pierce through my soul to show me the path.

But blocked out by images of all those I follow on Instagram and Facebook, disrupting this light,

Light waiting to fall on the shadows of my questions, Who am I? Where am I? Whose am I?

But the light is blocked out because all it sees is the reflection of the dress of that chic, the muscle of that bloke, the cute picture of that couple and the color of the red lipstick she has on.

Every second I look down into my phone, my heart starts beating faster,

My hands fondling through my feeds, migrating from the picture to the likers, do I know them, what are the up to? Oh wow she looks so perfect, oh wow, I wish my business was just like hers, wow I wish my life was hers!

I step out to the loo and as I take my phone along, another picture is uploaded and I defecate in misery.

The light still hanging around the gates of my eyes, waiting to enter in, if only I could look up and stay up.

If only I could look up, and get to work,
If only I could look up, and talk to my neighbor,

If only I could look up, and put my ideas down,

If only I could look up and stop my mental comparison,

If only I could look up and appreciate my own,

If only I could look up and drop that phone,

Just maybe I would be the one on people’s feeds,

Just maybe I would be the one making the impact

Just maybe I would be the one distributing light,

Just maybe I would be the one hanging around superstars.

Just maybe I would be the one on the cover of global fliers,

Just maybe I would be the one on that stage, speaking life

If I could drop my phone and look up,

Just maybe,

I might stay up.