That deepest self, that thing that keeps us running, moving, searching.
I believe most people have never looked there. Some cause they don't know how, some are simply afraid.
But I love how you work this angle, leaving breadcrumbs for thecreader to follow.
So this poem makes me think (like you always do) am I a doors open or doors closed kinda gal. I am a doors open. I must see and know. I think most will find that deepest love and pain that drives us.
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Doors open is for the best I think. Sometimes it might not seem like it at the time but, I believe .. read moreDoors open is for the best I think. Sometimes it might not seem like it at the time but, I believe the sum total is a positive number in the end. Thanks for the kind review Cherrie, it's always nice to see you around.
Seems to speak of that part of each of us which reflects our basic self. Interestingly, included is a line that indicates even a "damage inexpressible" can be part of that inner space. People who are wounded here suffer the greatest pains of all. This is where PTSD lives.
a write that goes to a depth of feeling not a black and white concrete truth but feeling from deep inside that resonates within us as being true at our core and so be our inner belief an essence of ourselves hard to free but wills to well up in ourself as a genie in a bottle nice write to relate to
the wordThe word or very thought provoking as they nearly jump off the page. I filled with energy and magnetize as I read them. Awesome write my friend. or very thought provoking as they nrerly jump off the page.
Like it or not, it's there.. growing and pushing forward... or backward.
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In everyone I think there are things incommunicable. Sometimes even to ourselves. We all posses an.. read moreIn everyone I think there are things incommunicable. Sometimes even to ourselves. We all posses an essence that defines us in a way obvious and direct words will never be exacting enough to convey. It's why art exists at all I think; to express something indirectly, something so fundamentally intimate we cannot even directly acknowledge it to ourselves... but we know it's there none the less. I think a good analogy would be Heisenberg's uncertainty principle... if you can measure something's exact speed that means you cannot measure it's exact location; if you can measure something's exact location you cannot measure it's exact speed. (that little summary is not all Heisenberg had in mind but it's definitely a part of it)
The depths within, that so many are afraid to explore in favour of preferring to choose to live their lives on a superficial level. Thought provoking write David.
That deepest self, that thing that keeps us running, moving, searching.
I believe most people have never looked there. Some cause they don't know how, some are simply afraid.
But I love how you work this angle, leaving breadcrumbs for thecreader to follow.
So this poem makes me think (like you always do) am I a doors open or doors closed kinda gal. I am a doors open. I must see and know. I think most will find that deepest love and pain that drives us.
Posted 5 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
5 Years Ago
Doors open is for the best I think. Sometimes it might not seem like it at the time but, I believe .. read moreDoors open is for the best I think. Sometimes it might not seem like it at the time but, I believe the sum total is a positive number in the end. Thanks for the kind review Cherrie, it's always nice to see you around.