Disquiet my Soul

Another work in progress...

Sometimes
In this skin too tight
In this suit
The fit not quite
The reflected me I study
Not right

I search on the outskirts of panic
Racing to assemble
The clues left long behind
An overexposed photograph
To unravel my mind

It was once
When it began
Not in question
It was in hand

Not now
In this here where it all fell
In this how

Still, it has come together - a puzzle all wrong
The picture all Picasso - yet it belongs

In the disquiet of my comfort
I still search
My heart beats its uncertain retort
A beacon? A searchlight?
The truth of a rocking chair on the front porch
Begging my reply
Are we home?

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Searching...*sigh* I know the feeling. This reminds me of the days where things just don't seem to come together in any correct shape or fashion. "In this skin too tight"--too tight for the soul to breathe. I love your word play and the subtle nuance to your poetic voice. I really "feel" the depth and bravery in your words, which sends me to places that I otherwise would not go. Well done.

[Azriel]

wow i love this one a lot, as usual your choice of imagery and language is great. also the tone and mood really adds to the sense of uncertainty that i felt while reading throughout this piece.

[Emily B]

oh, there are just no words

your writing touches me