Untitiled

An abstract poem dealing with internalization and abstraction of inner truthe.

 

When the sea welts into the skies abyss, it must eventually freeze into its own oblivion. I navigated through the truthe, and so fearfully set it free. It took all of me to face what was, and how it sort of came to be.  Now I am at peace for I found the inner-most pit within me, no longer a hallowed shell.  I am now the depictions that O'Keefe so often paints, the skulls that grew roses.  Each journey leads us somewhere fate left this tale to tell, I was just a character within the play.  I abide by the reasonings of destiny, and why things must be as so.  I still have my days when my head feels the gravity of sorrow pulling it downward.  However, I have learned to lift up that hope, and understand it was not my fault.  The cards fell the way they did for their own reason,  I must pick up the broken pieaces and make a mosaic masterpiece out of this story.  Om is the breathe that I breathe in, Amen is the vapor I let out.

Author's Note

just an honest pieace of writing for all who need to let things be as is, and for those in a state of hope. Never give up always lift your head forward for the force of faith is always there to guide us.

Reviews

[Shannon]

What a lovely piece. I liked the imagery here, especially the O'Keefe reference.
The little win at the end, the break off from docile, subject to charged creator.

Often a hard lesson for most, the ability to take the shambles of our mistakes, and use them as foundations for the master pieces of our lives.
I would really love to see how far you can develop your descriptions. Because I can the little sparks of a world I'm sure you can open up for us.
I'll be keeping an eye out for your next work
95/100- Try writing descriptive paragraphs. You'd be amazed at what it can do in terms of flow.
Blessed Be dear :)