The Quiet Corner

The only life that you can define for yourself is your own life. Start there, as that is truly the only place that you can do something about at nearly any given time.

"Destiny" painting by John William Waterhouse 

When I began writing my poem “The Quiet Corner” I did so with an attempt to describe what this precious, special place means to me. Once I finished my poem, I realized how important a little, quiet corner can truly be for anyone. In my opinion, everyone can and should have a quiet, little corner. Even if having a little corner gives immediate reason for people to wrongly classify you as a lone individual, I think it is extremely important to have time for yourself and yourself only. You have to think that you are more important than what others think of you. That is not selfish. It is valuable and important to your overall quality of life. If you spend all of your days worrying about what others think of you, then you will throw to the curb every single opportunity to learn about who you are and to make the appropriate decisions in your life that will enable you to become the person you want to be. This is critical in enjoying your life altogether and in paving a future that you envision or desire for your life. Remember, if people criticize you it’s a complete waste of your time to try to convince them that they are wrong. People who love to criticize will always criticize you. That’s like a job for some people. Don’t waste your time. Remember, the only life that you can define for yourself is your own life. Start there, as that is truly the only place that you can do something about at nearly any given time. As a poetess, my little quiet corner naturally involves quite a bit of poetry. As a result, I would like to share my poem entitled “The Quiet Corner” with you. It is my quiet corner, so I am not certain that it will necessarily be a corner you will precisely associate with. Nonetheless, I personally hope it inspires you in a way that you will take something positive with you as a result of reading it. 

The Quiet Corner
a poem by
Carmen A. Kraela

Siloed in a quiet corner
Binding letters in a tide,
Whose meek
And peaceful drift
Quells the waves
That whack the bulwark
Of the vessel deep inside,
Toils the poetess, at night.

There the intellectual fillips
Cauterize her sentiments,
Whose catharsis
Of bold currents
Brace the wind
That yields the quivers
Of her literary sails,
Sailcloth’s flutter in her chest.

There the storm surge
Takes precedence in her hands,
Whose pale
And restless fingers
Lucubrate at candlelight
In the corner where the letters
Paint a staircase towards God,
There her life is sacrosanct.

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