Once Coveted

I created this piece as an explanation of my username. Enjoy

No matter what the people paint me, I am what I am. The pain I feel is not self-inflicted. My instincts scream to me. I deny them a voice and silently scold them as I cling to my daydream. My soul, who bears witness to all, cries for them. I seek a sense of comfort that prayer does not grant. I need a witness as I humbly reveal my soul, and lay my circumstances at the mercy of your mind's eye.

 My tears do not fall from my face. In their resentment, they migrated into my work.  They said to me, "We can no longer cleanse you of your affliction, but we can make your suffering beautiful..." With a bowed head I silently scoffed as I felt them leave me.

 I... The singular word that you all have given me to use as a sum of my entirety. I have grown to detest this simple word. It could never justify even a fraction of my genius, my pain, my passion, my ambition, my volition. Unjustified and forever bound, I travel this realm endlessly. It is not gratification I seek. Only a witness. Every witness....

 Look at me. Feel me. Judge me. Learn from my faults, and aspire to attain a modicum of my resolve. For I am here. I am proud to stand before you as a broken being, though my testimony will erode. Not even the sense of time can boast immortality. Not even the spirit. 

 Everything must remain in constant motion, and my greatest heartache comes from the realization that we could never be more than individualist personas. This is my sorrow. Look at me. Feel me. Judge me. Learn from my faults, and aspire to attain a modicum of my resolve. For I am here. I am proud to stand before you as a broken being, though my testimony will erode. And you will never know how much I love you.....

Author's Note

Constructive criticism always welcomed.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Look at me. Feel me. Judge me. Learn from my faults, and aspire to attain a modicum of my resolve.
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seems this is stress in the work...
yet this gives much into a self-thought...
a world of your own...let out for the reader...
to absorb and look into the person...
feel the expression...
judgment is not for me...
learn from one aspect to another...
and see the person for who they are....
interesting development...
seems there's more to be told...

[Ivory]

What a wonderful way to introduce yourself and let us into ur soul. Very good piece

[ReneeJ]

This was a spectacular read. Your words held me in a trance, simply beautiful, powerful

[Shaquana Adams]

This is simply brilliant and I like the repetition too :) Great job!

[Christopher Norton]

Godlike... That is a great description of the solitary loneliness that only one who has seen through god's eyes can know. Who was it that said "To know one's self, is to know god." ? When you really know yourself, you realize how alone we really are. As always; great work.

[lovejulez03]

Wow..this is absolutely beautiful. I felt the words as if they were coming from all directions and I had to stop for a moment to soak them up. "But we can make your suffering beautiful" - loved that..amazingly simple and strong. You have talent and I'm glad you're here sharing it. So well written..thank you for sharing :)

[LJW]

First thought: The classic struggle. The egomaniac ( narcissist) with an inferiority complex.
Although the character embodied here (is it you?) proclaims a near God-like status, why does he seek validation? Adoration? He stands before us a broken man.

I'm a huge fan of free verse. Don't see as much of it here as I'd like.
Nice work.

[A. Amos]

I love poems that make me feel something, and this did. Beautiful title too

[Traci]

There is absolutely no weakness in this soulful piece. Strength permeates throughout, courage I admire. Much love and light to you, sweet poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

"This is my sorrow. Look at me. Feel me. Judge me. Learn from my faults, and aspire to attain a modicum of my resolve. For I am here. I am proud to stand before you as a broken being, though my testimony will erode. And you will never know how much I love you....."
There is no weakness in this poem. I like the lessons you gave in the words. The above lines I like the most. Life is learning. We can learn by making mistakes and watching other people fail. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote