Boredom Poem by Senait Gebrehiwot

Boredom sparks my mind to see,
Ideas come so naturally.
Discomfort lingers, won't let go,
And shapes the words I need to show.

Look outside, and you just dream,
Chasing shadows, chasing gleam.
Look inside, and you awake,
Finding truths most never take.

Carl Jung said it and he was right:
Outside is dream, inside is flight.
Most of us run from quiet space,
Filling the void with constant chase.

But stillness holds a secret spark,
A gentle light within the dark.
From silence, thought begins to rise,
Turning whispers into wise.

Boredom, stillness, quiet, deep,
All hold treasures we can keep.
Ideas grow where attention stays,
Shaping worlds in subtle ways.

So I sit, I watch, I let it flow,
The simple truths the quiet shows.
Discomfort, stillness, sparks that hide,
Become the stories that reside.