Boredom
What is it anyway?

I struggle with boredom sometimes And psychology has yet to satisfy me with the reason why I don’t even want to bother researching it now Because this is a poem and poets can work things out — so I’m told Maybe poetry will be the cure to my boredom Boredom I think it is my refusal to be To settle into being in the present moment To accept what is meant to be Always fighting to have it a different way Talking about being anyway What is it? A state of comfort peace and ease No boredom here So maybe boredom is fear? This poem has no answer But I may return When I understand it more Maybe I will do my research after all.
I notice in myself that when I have new paths to take, big decisions to make, and work to do, a feeling of boredom comes over me and I think it’s related to resistance and procrastination.
I don’t like change, even when it’s needed. It brings up my fears, so I need to reflect on this. Boredom shuts down my system when I should be getting into action. It cuts off my energy.
I have made many changes in my life, so I am beginning to recognize this resistant part of me.
I will have to have a little chat with my inner child. :)
Thanks for reading!
© Orla K.






