Removing layers from my feelings, I unveil underlying emotion by unmasking my vulnerabilities.
When trust seems as rare as devotion, have mercy on my cynical thoughts.
Each need for approval opens cruel, seeping wounds.
Right to the core of the matter, locked inside the beautiful part - my illusions are painfully shattered.
At the point where discovery must start; hidden in the secret wells of emotion; buried deep inside my yearning heart; dwells unfeigned love which transforms me.
But love never seems enough.
Sometimes I am too tender, Sometimes I am too tough.
If I get too much attention, feelings are hard to overrule.
So often my fragile power turns to scorn and ridicule.
This is work, this removing the layers.
It is like the rings of an onion, pealing each layer,
delicately pealing each layer. removing the effects of
experiences, some of them overwhelming with
emotion, the capturing of our pain and sorrows.
And as we unfold them that emotion comes rushing
out, but we must let it rush out not keep it in. Let it
go once uncovered let it flow out of us, it will free us.
And then we are making room for the new, welcoming
the new. As we gain more understanding we can keep
ourselves balanced, and with our growth we can realize our
power is not so fragile, and with our understanding we won't turn to scorn and ridicule because it was our ignorance that caused this, our insecurity. But now in our new power we have new wisdom to rise above.
There is no longer need for approval, because you know within you approve of you and that is the only thing that matters.
See it is about illusions being joyfully shattered, the illusion is the problem, there is no pain is illusion being shattered.
and now you know love is always enough, for love is all there is.
Thank you for this poem, made me think and it shows me how much you have grown, since this was written, do you See?
Okay...this is a great capture, indeed; but I'm going to suggest going back into the 'workshop'/mindset, once again, to complete the inspiration as it appears that you tailed-off toward the end.
I would suggest that the last three stanzas be deleted. You're supplying 'answers' to the reader and, thereby, not permitting them into your heart. You may end with, "But love never seems enough" and it would be more than fine. However, if you're feeling verbose, you may embellish that verse, alone, to explore as to why 'love' becomes impotent or inadequate in and of itself. I realize that the last 3 stanzas were a means to broaden the exclamation; but these were not pertaining to the 'limitations' of love, but the personality or character traits which suspend the 'peace'.
Feel free to PM me if you have any questions...okay?
I write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..