When the Stitches of Life Come Unglued

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

Reviews

[Mark]

"I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart."

Sometimes I have a chaos inside me, overwhelmed, emotions screaming for some release or purpose... a fascination with the darkness and wild entropy

This poem speaks to me of those times.

[Jack Isaac]

This one seems like it goes right along with Lightning Strikes... rather than the explosion itself though, this write seems to be the result of the explosion or, more likely, what happens if you don't let the emotions go. I like the sequence of "connections" in this, the stitches, the feet bound for the mud and then to the mirror, and especially unusual binding to memories. You feel like a lightning rod between Heaven and Earth, and the mirror only validates that feeling. Of course your writing makes you messenger between Heaven and Earth. Nicely done.

[Pax]

this is really beautiful in a sad way. and everyone suffer from it. just great.
keep writing.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you W.P. :)

[Megan Simpson]

So beautiful and captivating! You're very talented.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you M.E. :)

[Dean]

OK this one more for now, and then I must save the rest for when I come back....and I WILL come back. Your words are a feast for my senses, and I shall have them all. Your life will never come unglued, Neva. You are too precious.

[Ruth]

Sometimes like banging the head against a wall ey? One step forwards and fifty back lol

Tangible Neva! Blissfully so xoxo

[Droll Prole]

Dont you just hate it when you think your doin ok only to find you've run off the road and are in the middle of nowhere asking for redemption despairing at how it could happen again?? I love this poem.

[Honey54]

"even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of my life
come unglued." this line held my heart, i felt so close to these word because its true...I love this poem all of your writting is so beautiful and so much of it I can relate too!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Honey :)

[Simbake777]

Very powerful work, Neva! As usual, the marriageable imagery adds to the beauty and nakedness that is revealed, with the mere stroke of a pen!

Keep up the good work, Neva!! :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Slimbake :)

[Birdman313]

wow this great I enjoyed reading your poem as always