Many people wake each day feeling trapped in routines that no longer serve them. Hollow Drum is a poem about job dissatisfaction, quiet frustration, and the moment a person realizes that freedom begins with a choice.
Why wake each morning
to a job, a hollow drumming?
Marching through numbing motions
while dreams churn like restless oceans?
How can you find peace,
bound by mediocrity’s leash?
Clocking in, clocking out
for one who deals only in doubt?
Life’s beauty is choice,
to rise, to move, to use your voice.
Regret need not set the tone,
Take the reins. Make life your own.
Breaking free rarely begins with a dramatic moment.
More often it begins with a quiet realization that the life you want is still waiting for you to choose it.
