Wow. I more than just love this! In so few words, you have captured a moment perfectly. The travails of life, the loneliness and desolation, but also the will to fight against the tide, to overcome seemingly insurmountable odds, to derive faith from within oneself. The fact that I could extrapolate so much from so few words is testimony to your skills.
I can see why so many have enjoyed this poem - I enjoyed it /immensely./
Though the literal length of the poem is short, the breadth of its meaning is something, I think, that cannot be encompassed fully by any analysis, no matter how extensive. There's something (or some things, actually, because the possible symbolisms are infinite in number) in this poem that simply can't be put into words, and even if it is, the words wouldn't do it proper justice.
Most of us would take one look at the phrase "paradise of strangers" and declare it an absolute paradox, because really, who genuinely enjoys a nobody in a crowd of nobodies? Who would ever want to be without the security of a familiar face, holding a familiar hand, looking into a set of familiar eyes? But we've /all/ found solace in a "paradise of strangers," haven't we? When we want to shrink from the too-critical surveillance of our peers or our loved ones, when we want to escape too-heavy responsibilities that life has thrust upon us, perhaps when we want to simply get away from the monotony of everyday life that has us - bored, unfulfilled?
None of those strangers are walking "towards you" - no expectations, no pressure. But this means no guidance, too, and what does this mean but that we must rely on our own intuition? Or perhaps ignore it, if our intuition says to turn our backs on this unconventional paradise of strangers and seek refuge with the things we have known for all our lives? But whatever the choice, it has to be made. Standing on the sidelines is an unacceptable option, because our lives were meant to be lived, one way or the other. So we go - into the "unk[n]own," where no trail has been blazed but where promises lie, whatever promises they may be. We "make [our] own way," pave our own path, blaze our own trail. The sea of strangers has become our paradise, one that we have not come to know yet - but undoubtedly will.
The imagery you present in this poem isn't sporadic, unconnected; the imagery serves a /purpose/, comes together to form a true /story./ We see the literal scene playing out in our head because the story you spin is so visually realistic and easy to relate to, and because of this, the symbolic significance of this poem is so much easier to grasp, whatever symbolism the reader happens to see within the lines of this poem.
I was delighted to read this poem, though it has been a while since you put it up, and it is my honor to rate this a 100/100. Lovely writing! Please do continue to share more pieces like this one. :3
this poem is like, adventurous. And I love it, because its about you who adventurously and courageously took a step into the paradise of the unknown, and you have to be really brave for doing that, making your own space and moving on, even in a place where you don't fit in. Really well written. I loved it.
I visualised a black and white film noir cartoon for some reason it worked well in my mind and with the silence, lonliness and simplicity of the words it was a great little poem.
Surprisingly accurate to the point and very relatable. I find myself often in a crowd of strangers, as if no one knows my thoughts, how I'm feeling. As if I am all alone in a world so populated. I really liked reading this and the theme is amazing as well as how well it flowed. A great job! :)
I am currently a student. I write mainly poetry, a few short stories here and there. I love to read and write. Favorite authors include, Victor Hugo, J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolstoy, Wilde, Alcott, C.S. Lewis.. more..