Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude
 when the choice to battle
 became our fate
until we became weary
 of its demands.
 Our blood passed away into
 the understanding of the guardians,
 who never left us alone
 to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,
 holding a thousand
 lonely caresses,
confessing patience and forgiveness
 as regrets that stood alone.
 Still, our hands sifted
 through the golden sand
crying for the ocean
we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts
was heard in the wind,
creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.
  Until a door was shut on daybreak
 creating a sigh to glide
throughout the sweetness
that touched
upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude
 as chaos climbs the steps
 of our tear-filled lands.
 I wonder
 if our blood will continue
 to pass away into understanding,
 if we are left
to our own hands?

Author's Note

Image : la_rosa_perlata_by_rosasinmas-d3byz07

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so vibrantly stunning... the words seem to breathe out stirring shadows and that dance in the darkness. Here one senses the desperation of humanity... clinging and longing and bringing about a river of hopelessness. May we learn to listen to the voices of peace in solitude and turn the tide.

[Eric Wagner]

I'm moved. You have said what can't be said.

[bobby]

Terrific sentiment here. Working things out, hopefully so....if not left to our own hands.

[Melobldnfr]

Here I see a ponderance over possible repetition of the sins of those before us. I see a grown child reflecting on relationships with siblings and parents and children, and possibly a lover and that lover's own familial issues...

[Dream Weaver]

Almost biblical like, I can see that deep thought went
into this write and might I say well done...

[joshua deathdealer]

Incredible write. I'm really at a loss of words. You really nailed this one....xx

[FallenWingz]

u have a way with words making it like its this amazing soothing song as it fills ur mind...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark indeed, and even within the darkness you feel, you still create this beautiful work. You are sincerely gifted, Neva.

[Phear]

such intense emotions!!! its almost like a story, but i feel like i get so much more out of it, great work!

[Pebbles]

Right in this moment this poem speaks volumnes ... thanks for sharing neva your a pleasure to read x x x

[Muse]

You remind us that the path is painted by our own fate. We can dictate some of it, but the rest of it can seem to go down hill fast when we lose the ability to control it.