Stagnant

 

Stagnant

 

into a great-wide open

a stale-mate of a grey-sky morning

whispers on my wind

I went,

and  wept.

 

do

they

ever

understand?

 

can they ever feel the numb…. explode?

they tell me all

and choke when their faith goes cold…

I can’t hold on…

the surrender always beyond the ashes,

changes to a desert of gold.

rigid the focus

depleting the clutch,

knowing this much

for me,

tragic it is not,

cannot be….

myself,

it is I

that must free-falling,

       forever,

         be

 

 

Reviews

[Mark]

"...Tragic, it IS not, CANnot be..."
To me, this says you KNOW, deep within, that whatever it is you are presently going through has a purpose, and has an end, despite your next line, "...Free-falling I must always be!"
While free-falls from airplanes have definite and tragic ends, emotional free-falls do NOT. How lessened our world would be if people like Vincent van Gogh (one among many depressive, schizophrenic artists) had caved to their mood, and decided to abort their creative bent? You must NOT DO THIS, Amber! I know you're tough enough to stick it out, and wise enough to understand the purpose of it.
Lastly, you do NOT walk this path alone! You have friends, and you have God, whom you do NOT need to put on a best dress and go to a special building to talk to. Just sit an empty chair across from you, and talk as though it were to a favorite Aunt or Grandpa. It works.

[Blue Sky]

right there with yours
it's wonderful how your piece can pack so much emotions
enlightening us from the start to closure, so rigid takes one to different perspectives
as always, dear one, you never cease to intriguing us with your astounding work..this one anyway!
far fetching with excellence!! Well done!!

Rena~

[An owl on the moon]

Such a painful, desperate cry of the heart... falling into a stagnant place, gripping mind, heart, and soul... The emotion hangs so heavy on each word and phrase...

[Doctor Deathstab]

An interesting piece. I enjoyed your wording.