Blurr

This poem is from a small incident happened and made me realise how our heart has gone blurr as most of us are busy defending ourselves to protect our heart from repetition of our past traumas.

Playing with water
We worry about heat,
Sitting on sand
Our heart is wrinkled in crease.

Ears are sensitive
Our hands go numb,
Tangled in duplicity
We don't recognise the real ones.

All goes back to our scars
That hurt and bleed.
We mix it with tears
And paint ourselves to heal.

In that healing
We forget the hearts
Freshly injured in very deep
Weaving the same sword we cut

The emotions go blurr
Descisions become grey,
No one understands me
Is all we say!!

Author's Note

Share your views and experiences.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Hurting brings guilt, being hurt brings pain. Both can blur one's emotions quickly enough but the feelings remain - hidden away in fragments that cut to the core.

'All goes back to our scars
That hurt and bleed.
We mix it with tears
And paint ourselves to heal.'

Is said that recovery is rarely complete; attitudes and actions vary - some need stay alone, others do otherwise. Which is right, which is commendable according to faith?

[Anushka joshi]

I guess at this point, marking every statement with a question mark is literally every poet's life 😂 I totally understand and appreciate your words girl. In my opinion the best form of healing is when you make it peaceful and comfortable enough to stay in your scar suit without anymore questions and also without no expectations of answers.

[Papaya]

I guess the emotions all rush in too quickly and overwhelm us at times.
There's a desire to be understood but we don't want to share our innermost secrets, thoughts experiences that have shaped us for better or worse.

[Anushka joshi]

Yes,
And that desire to be understood without any efforts can turn us into an unintentional abuser. I know the word abuser is very harsh to listen but we accidentally do things that made us bottle up ourselves to others. And maybe our abuser or basically that negative one or whatever wasn't bad at all and was accidental too. It's a decent theory that helps me with moving on from whatever past experiences are holding me back and also on a higher level may teach us forgiveness. :)

[Sairaa ...]

Lots of lost memories are suddenly triggering out reminding me that all I did was to supress them. Dealing with them is indeed hard but I really like the way your poem goes through them with a hint of reassurance.
Nice write

[Chris Shaw]

No one understands me
I can remember thinking that as a young person. It’s not easy growing up and having to deal with raw emotions. I can remember my mum saying something to me once, which cut to the quick. Instead of stopping to think hard on what she had said, I lashed out with some verbal.

I haven’t thought about that for years, but your poem today brought that back to me. That incident may have nothing at all to do with this poem, but that is where your words sent me. Good to find a new poem here from you Anushka.

Chris

[Anushka joshi]

I love to see the words of mine through other people's minds.
Thank you:)

[Neville]

I enjoyed my visit here today very much indeed .. I think there is much more beneath the surface that in time may well become clearer to both the author and her readers of which, I hope there shall be many .. I also think your accompanying image could not be more appropriate .. clearly ink well spilt ma'am ..

[Anushka joshi]

:) I am glad Neville. The sad and tough game of defense and offense puzzles my soul.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we live, we learn, our heart seems to beat faster and freer when we are young...but the more the situations in life wound us...we become more protective...and then we get to be our age, my age...
And we say, "You can't hurt me now...I am unhurtable"---
I have become grey...and I understand and appreciate this write much.
thank you.
j.

[Anushka joshi]

Thank you so much sir. :-)

[FGFRANKLIN]

I feel I'm now too old to relate to this but I understand the meaning. After six or seven decades your whole life seems like a blur. You lay down for a nap one day in kindergarten and wake up an old man with grandchildren. I'm pretty much exempt from sympathy since I've never known feeling sorry for anyone or self to help in any situation. I will help if I can but out of empathy, not sympathy, for others. And my mother always told me, "Never feel sorry for yourself because it clouds your vision on how to proceed forward. If you ever find yourself feeling sorry for yourself you need to start counting your blessings because you will find the one impossible while doing the other." She also told me to put myself in the other person's shoes before I began judging their conduct. She was a wise woman. Most disasters in life never happen outside of our own minds and life has plenty of real troubles without imagined ones. I like the advice from the children's cartoon, Finding Dory, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming." Just keep writing. ;)

[Anushka joshi]

Looks like your mother had a beautiful wise soul. I am glad that you gave out such a beautiful perception of my words and added more meaning to it.
Thank you ❤️
Aj