Cracked and Broken

Cracked and Broken

A Poem by LynGeist

You will remember me the way you left me,
Sobbing as the wretched heat blistered my eyes with sweat.
Desperately searching the shadows of your face
For an answer that wasn't there.
Afraid to be alone in my world of darkness,
I begged you to continue to share it with me.
After all it was you who poured the sadness into the sun.
It was you who leaked anger into love.
It was you who stole the smile from my soul.
It was I who let you.
You will remember my tears and frustration,
My sorrow and desperation.
You will remember me cracked and broken.
You didn't see me mend, or come to life again
Without the pressure of your stone upon my heart.
You took the darkness with you when you left
And the glittering sunshine in your wake,
Momentarily blinded me.
But as the day grew gentle,
and sweat and tears no longer burned against my skin,
I saw the smell of the sunset and heard the beauty of its color
In that whisper of a moment I was indeed alive yet once again.

© 2014 LynGeist


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Your poem is what life is all about. Sadness is just a passing rain cloud who takes its darkness with it leaving the grandeur of a rainbow and a sunset behind. Moods are always oscillating back and forth between extremes of light and darkness as they struggle to find that midpoint called Tranquility. If our moods didn’t shift about as much as they do, we wouldn’t have a sensation of consciousness. Our propensity for moodiness is our soul. A moody computer would have a soul.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Funny how your senses are awakened when you come out of a coma. I stumbled at first at the smell of the sunset and heard the beauty of its color....then I thought...yes.

Posted 10 Years Ago


It is a beautiful and heartrending poem ...sad days, hard days but at the very end:

" But as the day grew gentle,
and sweat and tears no longer burned against my skin,
I saw the smell of the sunset and heard the beauty of its color
In that whisper of a moment I was indeed alive yet once again..."

... those lines are the most important.

Jesus




Posted 10 Years Ago


LynGeist

10 Years Ago

Thank you Jesus. I agree finding life again after pain and despair is what's most important. Thank .. read more
Tomorrowneverknows

10 Years Ago

Not at all Lyn .Thank you for your words :)

Jesus
Your poem is what life is all about. Sadness is just a passing rain cloud who takes its darkness with it leaving the grandeur of a rainbow and a sunset behind. Moods are always oscillating back and forth between extremes of light and darkness as they struggle to find that midpoint called Tranquility. If our moods didn’t shift about as much as they do, we wouldn’t have a sensation of consciousness. Our propensity for moodiness is our soul. A moody computer would have a soul.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 27, 2014
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Tags: Life, loneliness, despair, sad, love

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