Free Verse

When it gets too strong what do you do?

when you feel budding new thoughts pressing at long held notions

bubbling over the once adequate containers

stretching you beyond your limit

when you're head aches from pondering nothing

but something infinitely important churns at the back of your consciousness without your control and things begin to shift and rearrange like the windblown sands of the desert creating new from the old

the process is endless

and painful

but it seems time forbids me lingering in this state for any longer

so in my last moments of my present self I ponder this thing

some call it growing up

others maturing

I'm really not sure

what I'm doing but they say that's part of it

not knowing and finding your way

the adventure of being lost and alone

and surviving

gaining wisdom, knowledge, strength through trials small and giant

I am starting to realize more through this bittersweet expansion

as part of me falls away

perhaps though that is an ignorant perception of an arrogant youth

It wouldn't surprise me

I want to believe I am special as much as the next person

but really i know I'm not

I am but a dust particle in relation to everything

whatever i am, it is not the same as moments ago and who i will be soon is even more vastly so

Life

Raze me

then raise me

Love

Dissolve

and resolve

Mind

cast me off to the depths of insanity and social exclusion

then reel me in so that i can live among those i love and think as clear as a human may

I  think this all came from a single strong act

originating from an act of strength i had thought myself incapable of

but it has proved a catalyst for profound change in me

I abandoned that which i had held and bled and cried and prayed to have

and I have been freed

I know now that by devoting all of my being

good and evil to one source

I lost for a time my ability to be anything other than a relic, useless and material

all the experiences i lost

but I have put away that which i desire most and decided it unimportant

so that i can expand and again become malleable to new ideas

yes

consume me in this change and plunge me into this new hour of my life

so insignificant in a grand scheme

 but in my narrow view

devastating yet empowering

I shift

and shift

and shift

 

 

Reviews

[EricGodsil]

Line 7: rearrage (rearrange?)
Line 20: gaindg (gaining?)
line 39: myslef (myself?)
line 48: mallaeble (malleable?)

I really dug this poem. It was kind of a nice trip. I did stumble across some of it due to structuring but other than that. It was good. Nice choice in words and I enjoyed the ending as well.