In creative flow, poetry can emerge. At times, poetry must emerge, like bubbles on the surface of boiling water. Here is a poem about our path towards uncertainty and what inspired us to care for our collective [emotional] health at The Hive Taproom.
Way back when we were caught in the rat race
Running at a fast pace
Never seeming to catch up
We never felt enough
Never smart enough, quick enough, good enough
The world was so big and our place uncertain
How could we make a dent
We couldn’t pull back the curtain
So much pain present
But there was no perception
Suffering was the rule
And joy the exception
The currency was busy-ness
And complaints and hurry
Running so fast
It all became blurry
Why were we here?
To shed light on what?
And then it became clear
We need an emotional correction
This selection of perfection of objection and collection
Of unreal reality is a projection and an ejection of
Our reflection of ourselves
Joy, friendship & real human connection
It takes being present & showing affection
Hugs are a powerful injection of love
So we said Why Not and did it anyway
Decided halfway was a cheat and jumped in with both feet
And quit our jobs, confident in ourselves (most days)
Questioning our own judgment (some days)
Ignored those who spoke of doomsday
And wrote our own screenplay
For a place where all are welcome
And joy is shared
And connection is seldom
A random occurrence but rather
Grows naturally in places rooted in love
– By Ayla Guild
