Tanka - Kyoshin's Tanka 7 "Cold Fingertips" (28 poems) Summary

《Kyoshin's Tanka = Tanka that is just the heart itself》 It is 《a tanka of prayer and screams (I'll just call it a tanka)》 that I compose in my daily life🌱

The foundation is 《a song of support for myself》 that says, 'There's a lot going on, but I'll cheer myself up!!'📣

So that the joy of living is not swallowed up by the sadness of living...🌸

Keep going with joy(and a sigh)!!!

While sighing, let's have fun!!!

I hope that such a 'breeze of Kyoshin's Tanka' will eventually become a song of support for someone...《a cheer for you》...⭐️

This article is a #KyoshinTankaSummary that compiles my #KyoshinTanka, which I have been uploading daily as 7- #AlmostDailyTanka, into Chapter 7, 'Cold Fingertips'📒

I want to deliver the overwhelming impact unique to a summary format with the feeling of a book🌟🌟🌟

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〜Cold Fingertips〜

Before I knew it, I had lost the invitation; a tired body, cold fingertips.

I heard it, I was watching properly, I knew it; when did I lose those words from that day?

It doesn't reach; I've been deceiving myself, wondering when my ideals and longings would come true.

Don't talk about dreams, don't stir me up, don't touch me; don't make me realize this parched present.

There must be a door that leads to success; I keep searching, but I'm just marking time.

Unreachable, yet I cannot sever these feelings; the crescent moon sky blurs and warbles.

Ups and downs, unable to give up, struggling in vain; the jealousy and impatience of all the time spent until now.

Possibility; it is difficult to breathe. Which path should I take to arrive there?

A war cry, trembling as I repeat it; the hidden manual, continuing to put on a brave face.

Lack of preparation, missing so many things, no destination; even though I had yearned for it, the clothes did not suit me.

How empty, I muttered to myself, small and alone; the whereabouts of the grains of sand I held tightly.

Energy, starved and thirsty, complicated; hot and freezing, drifting all alone.

Gathering them up, trying to piece them together, yet never satisfied; I am but fragments spilling away.

Experience points, the times I failed to become what I wanted; I did not intend to run away, but...

Complaining, things not going well, frustrating; those around me are dazzling, my palms are empty.

Being whittled away, it won't wait for me, being swept along, my body growing cold, a raspy scream

Growth and effort, the ongoing sorrow, the will to continue, I know it, but my footing is muddy

My wishes, I don't know how to challenge them, relying on the scent, I wander unsteadily

An empty box, turning it over and over, trying to open it, I struggle and scramble, but I vaguely know

That door, I pry it open and twist my way in, believing this is the place, I have come here

Rain falls, it continues today too, I exhale, feeling gravity, the warmth I've forgotten

In the rain, hesitation and doubt, legs faltering, the self I was until now, the self from here on

Night rain, shivering alone, crouching down, a gap to escape into, even so, someday

It hurts, I don't want to fall anymore, I don't know the direction, my stomach rumbled

I will accept it, I will overcome it, the vortex I struggle in, without a care, the morning sun rises

A short break, exchanging a celebratory toast on the night of the summer solstice, holding myself who kept on cursing.

Wailing, tears, and sighs, all bundled together, the warmth of a heartbeat, a late night with a slight fever.

Covering my ears, curled-up back, quiet resignation, yet still smiling, I think I can walk again.

Kyoshin's Tanka 7 "Cold Fingertips" End (28 poems) Summary

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