Compass Rose

A poem...

There is a tugging of fragile threads

stringing thoughts within my head

a fishing line for questions

pulling from my past

                       hard learned lessons.

 

I am afraid…

but this fear is covered behind

the worn stone mask of my mind

                        that I have made.

 

Afraid of death…

on fog-strewn streets on silent nights

with no one there to shed a light

              as I breathe my final breath.

 

I am weak…

but this weakness is covered

behind the star-painted mask of a lover

                    with eyes that always seek.

 

The face is cracking

from these porcelein masks

I once thought were stone.

Hinting at all that I’m lacking,

this thin veil could never last

I was bound to die alone.

 

The paint is faded,

the star-brushed constellations,

cold-spaced dead

                      and extinguished.

I have debated

against whether this is an indication

that these wishes in my head

                    should be relinquished.

 

I am drifting…

across the silent carcass of the ocean

but I am kept peaceful by the notion

                     that the currents are shifting.

 

I have found salvation,

because the slight cracking of this mask

has let me see at last,

                         those stars I once imagined

but never saw with my own eyes;

drifting on this open sea

there is hope in me

                           and reason left to try.

 

The guiding rose,

though she is distant and far away

has given me reason to pray

                       and more than pray

in the light of her glow.

 

In her light, I am not alone…

she guides me to safety

                                she guides me home…

Reviews

[Sacha Davison]

It's always great to read your work and this is no exception. There is always such grasping emotion and fluency in it. Yet another great write!

[MachinaWriter]

Thanks, man, I'm glad you liked it. Grasping emotion and fluency lol I'll take it haha

[Damien Davison]

Such a sad emotion here man, wow... Made me feel really bad. Stay strong, might not seem like much but I'm here if you need me. Another great write.

[MachinaWriter]

Thanks, man, that means a lot. Nah, I'm just in one of those moments right now where things are going good, but its more like the promise of something good. A lot of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I'll work past it, I always do. That's one of the few things I'm good at. Working past it, no matter what. Thanks for the concern, man, that truly means a lot.

[Damien Davison]

Anytime man! Take care! Until next rhyme!