Stop Touching Each Hurt

I heard silence in the cobwebs
of your soul
while everything else walked
as if lost
inside of the belief
that all you see is black and white.
Then, I watched you crawl in search of truth
among faces with eyes
that held the illusion of everything
you think you want in life.

Your fingertips seem to know more
about your emotions
than your tears do
because you touch each hurt
your heart mentions
until they bleed.
I watch you pause,
and look over your shoulder
for yesterday
almost as if you wish
it would never leave.

I wonder if you will ever learn
how simple
the feel of your own skin
could be
if you would just not let anger write its name
on your walls carelessly.
Perhaps then, you could see the sunlight
of a brand new day
and accept the shades of gray
that color me.

Author's Note

Artist: "Release" Autumn Skye Morrison

Reviews

[BlackRose]

Like the use of the words here. Never let anger get in the way. It will get no one anywhere. Love these lines: heard silence in the cobwebs of your soul... I watch you pause, and look over your shoulder for yesterday almost as if you wish it would never leave. Great poem!

[Mark]

We all have our blindspots. When it is anger, that can be destructive not only to the person holding it but everyone around them (boy do I know about that!)

Great write as always my friend. Your way with words and weaving them is special, personal, and containing an indelible style. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Mark. xooxox

[An owl on the moon]

Drifting through your daylight there are such shadows and silences... that feeling of separation and loneliness that can haunt us, even in a crowd... the desire to be accepted for one's dark and light... So profoundly moving.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Craig :)

[VelvetRosetta]

I watch you pause,
and look over your shoulder
for yesterday

I love that line...seems I have done that a time to many in my life...lovely writing Neva!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

thank you VR :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

I heard silence in the cobwebs of your soul.....BRILLIANT. how could I not continue reading after that?..This was genius in my humble opinion...a lesson.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Dr. Wood :)

[N]

Beautifully sculpted... that was stunning. I could go on and on about it, but I wont. But all I can say is your poetry is amazing. Keep writing.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you N. :)

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

The poem is a masterpiece of colors painted by the lovely word choice, and it shows a vivid view of a broken person trying to hide from the light of Reality. The door to healing is the acceptance of the need to move on and change, the responsibility to Self of making a stand to leave the past and face the future. One can never reach a destination when he always keeps looking back. A great work and the last lines accord a remarkable challenge for all.

[Simbake777]

Shades of grey -- what a way to look at human frailty! This is exactly what makes each of us, as homo sapiens; such an interesting species -- our trials and triumphs; our credentials and short-comings -- even our likes and dislikes!! This is the richness that greets us, every time we meet another human being!!

If people can only learn to respect each member of our race -- so tragically marred by sickness, misfortune, and simple shades of grey; then how much more, would we be at peace!

Beautifully written, as always!! :)

[Pratik]

This is a story of acceptance... At some point you have to let go and look at the future.... your poem has beautifully delivered the message... There is a rhythm, music in the flow of the words that almost takes you along... Nice work :)

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Stunning!