Revelation

 

Too many hands.

I’m bound,

Forced down,

Barely breathing,

Barely living.

I’m blind,

For these hands,

They guard my eyes.

I can’t see the light

For missing the darkness.

No contrast to compare.

But I don’t get to decide.

The hands are tight,

And so many of them.

Drabbed in white,

This holy light burns,

But they said,

The pain would go away.

It started to one day,

And I fought against it.

The numbing was worse,

But it keeps coming.

The pain is all I have.

Unable to see,

And now I remember,

Unable to hear.

I’ve been deafened with palms

Deafening palms of grace.

To keep my mind pure

To retain my idealistic good.

I’m left to my own ideas,

Without company,

Spare the whispered verse,

But they don’t bring comfort,

They bring confusion.

The don’t mean what they mean,

Do they?

So I stopped listening.

It made the numbing come faster.

I now focus on the pain,

Even now,

Its receding,

But its all I have left.

My only link to reality

Whatever that is.

I’ve never known it.

And I can’t ask,

For I forgot,

I’m muffled.

“Speak no evil”

Was once whispered,

And so I never spoke.

But what is evil?
Those verses don’t explain it

But I know it’s bad.

It’s what caused the pain.

It’s all gone now.

I realized it wasn’t the light

That was burning,

It was the darkness,

Being ripped away.

And those hands from before

I see now that they helping me,

Keeping me from the darkness

So evil in nature

That those that hold me

Don’t bind me,

But cradle me,

Encompass me

An swallow me,

To live in everlasting light…

Author's Note

This... is a very difficult poem to explain, while retaining a sort of tactfullness required when dealing with many people. My profile doesn't state so, (Not on this site at least) but I have issues with religion, or faith, as some would put it. To be blunt, I lack it. Not to say I never had it, but more that I realized it wasn't for me. Now please people, the last thing I need is writer's throwing out their helpful hands into religion. I have enough wonderful friends doing that for me. (No sarcasm there, they really are wonderful) But... read this. Coming from someone who was devout, and now isn't, I feel I've got some perspective. And remember, if you aren't a previous reader, my writing can have more than one meaning. Negativity can be taken in glory, while the lighter side of life may be blinding... Think about it.

Reviews

[amailleia]

*sigh* there you go again confusing me. Oh well. It's still very good. It really reaches out to people who have been there(:P){thats a side note cuz i know this kid}. It kinda goes on a line again, a line between things. Like you said, though, you've got perspective. It's really great, really. Im not just saying it.