I have reached way up to touch the bottom, said goodbye, then returned............
I have seen the face of there is no going back
Wiped away the tears of hate
Held the hand of addiction's bitter hatred
Ripped the mask from a lie's
Own face
I have reached way up to touch the bottom
Said goodbye, then returned
To feel my heart break one more time
When the fingers of my regret
Got burned
I have walked in the darkness of I can't feel
Because I choose not to
Fell face down and bumped my head
On every feeling I numbed
From truth
But I saw the face of I can still go on
Looked into my own eyes
Crawled out of darkness in such pain
Even those empty spaces
Made me cry
I am no different than you or you from me
We both carry our own pain
I only know that now I choose to feel
Enjoy my life with no regrets
In light remain
A triumphal journey, vividly described. Pain transformed into joy; depression trounced.
Darkness is for concealment--very infrequently, for recovery. But in the end, dear lady--no matter how excruciating the journey, how seemingly comforting, the dark--we, if we truly want to live, have nowhere else to go but the light. It is that universal beacon declaring "home."
As for your terrible ordeal, Neva, I'm so glad you made it back.
Your lovely, soaring poetry is a gift hard-earned--and ultimately, a precious gift to the world.
Thank you, for persevering.
and raw it is, my friend. sometimes its good to remember our journeys thru pain to realise how far we've come.
again u've spread ur literary wings a little and again u've succeeded in a wonderful way. an excellent write and a brave one. well done, neva.
"I am no different than you or you from me
We both carry our own pain
I only know that now I choose to feel
Enjoy my life with no regrets
In light remain" --- Wow. This is what I needed to read today. Inspirational words, creative wordplay, wonderful flow. I really love it.
A triumphal journey, vividly described. Pain transformed into joy; depression trounced.
Darkness is for concealment--very infrequently, for recovery. But in the end, dear lady--no matter how excruciating the journey, how seemingly comforting, the dark--we, if we truly want to live, have nowhere else to go but the light. It is that universal beacon declaring "home."
As for your terrible ordeal, Neva, I'm so glad you made it back.
Your lovely, soaring poetry is a gift hard-earned--and ultimately, a precious gift to the world.
Thank you, for persevering.
All of us have been here ...or most at the least.
You have written well the feelings .. but you have given hope
by letting go of regrets and living in the light.. wonderful poetry.
Isn't life all about pain and suffering? The great point
you've made here is to enjoy what's left and have no
regrets. Another wonderful write Neva...Nicely done..
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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