I'll Sigh No More

A poem about the struggle to stay on the path everyone expects of you.

How fickle my heart, how unwavering my soul, 

rapidly blinking eyes of mine losing sight of what makes me whole.

This hopeless wanderer that am I,

searching the woods in the dark for my name.

For the magic that once encased me.

 

I'm cold and losing the rhythm in life that brings me warmth

while I dance through the shadows in the night.

I'll sigh no more. It's a struggle to breathe.

 

I am resigning my beating, fragile heart

to the fading road that leads to disarray

and makes me feel less than strong, not an option,

for the weak of heart don't walk through life's seasons

and i'm pursuing that right by surviving each day.

 

I'm cursed, it seems, to never walk the straight and narrow path,

for these eyes of mine find light

in what creates a song of pleasure and beauty.

I'm a lover of the wayward soul, of the lover living in my mind.

 

The voices calling me away from reason

and the scripted play that was to be my life.

I've long ago reached out with flame tipped fingers

into the promise of finding kindling

in the lovely reckless route so vibrant and alive.

 

The threat of a broken me, of crimes against my mind and heart,

the fear that i'll be torn apart when the flames flicker out.

And all I can do is cling to the whisper,

"have hope, it'll all be alright, yes,

It'll all be alright, I will be your guiding light."

 

I close my eyes and ponder my chaos, the storm behind my gaze,

the hope that as long i'm still and bury my thoughts in the earth,

the lurking beasts of judgement will not sense my rage.

I'm guiding the ghostwriter of my days in hope he will capture the rawness of my soul.

It bleeds, it cries each day because I can't send the tormenting ghosts away.

 

And so i'll sigh no more, since my mind has gone astray.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

"How fickle my heart, how unwavering my soul"

i like the concept of this conflict

"rapidly blinking eyes of mine losing sight of what makes me whole.
This hopeless wanderer that am I,
searching the woods in the dark for my name.
For the magic that once encased me."

wandering is good i think, it means you seek truth and meaning

"I'm cursed, it seems, to never walk the straight and narrow path,
for these eyes of mine find light
in what creates a song of pleasure and beauty.
I'm a lover of the wayward soul, of the lover living in my mind."

egad.. be careful with that, that lover is in there but everytime you awaken, they escape through your eyes..

"The voices calling me away from reason
and the scripted play that was to be my life.
I've long ago reached out with flame tipped fingers
into the promise of finding kindling
in the lovely reckless route so vibrant and alive."

ooh i like that.. you have the spark at your fingertips you just need the fuel to keep it glowing

"The threat of a broken me, of crimes against my mind and heart,
the fear that i'll be torn apart when the flames flicker out.
And all I can do is cling to the whisper,
"have hope, it'll all be alright, yes,
It'll all be alright, I will be your guiding light."

'the threat of a broken me'.. thats good... .. 'torn apart when the flames flicker out' a fear of darkness/a fear of the unknown

"I close my eyes and ponder my chaos, the storm behind my gaze,
the hope that as long i'm still and bury my thoughts in the earth,
the lurking beasts of judgement will not sense my rage.
I'm guiding the ghostwriter of my days in hope he will capture the rawness of my soul.
It bleeds, it cries each day because I can't send the tormenting ghosts away.
And so i'll sigh no more, since my mind has gone astray."

'the storm behind your gaze' is great.. 'I'm guiding the ghostwriter of my days in hope he will capture the rawness of my soul.' i know what you mean by that....

yes, tears and blood are part of discovery.. but dont stop sighing and trying.. all of our thoughts will be buried into the earth soon enough.. continue to strive for the right course, for you

sometimes others lead us astray with good intentions, but we can always cut across the field and wander again toward the glow over the next ridge

lovely piece here Melody I'm glad i got to read it today

[Melody Telleria]

You give wonderful reviews, I can tell that you take the time to read and don't just skim over as if bored. That means a lot since every word written is something I carefully constructed for I don't like wasting words and my time. Thank you, Antonio, you are always encouraging and have a way with words.

[Antonio Valentino]

you are very welcome Melody, and thank you for allowing us to read your feelings on the human condition..

its really about how much the piece affects somebody.. you just happen to write in a way that is enticing and meanigful and speaks to me deeply..

haha i really like how you said you dont like wasting words, wow.. that is such a, true writer, thing to say.. you're appreciation and respect for the way you want this personal part of you conveyed.. that is pretty wonderful

looking forward to reading more as time goes by..