So many fears paralyzing my humanity into hedge stones
Standing atop mountains that grasp the horizons of opportunity
Breezing through me like sand falling from my fingers...grains of plans, jobs, the family slipping away
These vicious cycles that have me frozen till this day
Gazing in the mirror...
who what
where
when & why am I? I've become a product of my past but will I let it dictate whether this love will even last? Will I let the sorrows, woes, and lows drown me in my clean slated tomorrows?
Sometimes I feel like a cat in a tree
stuck so high up but feeling low on the contrary
Stricken by bolts of the mental flu
A sickness Nyquil could never undo
When everything is bitter my voice seems to be the only soul calling to pull me out of this darkness falling
My inner voice called upon by a deeper one, a shapeless one, who only concern is manifesting pure love amongst everyone
My heart became a chisel, chipping away rusty pasts forming new curves that foster smiles and long lasting laughs
This is my new remedy although it's quite new to me But if I don't get used to this now, I'll be howling restlessly with the rest of the world's insanity
The first I noticed about this poem was its structure, and I have to say, it works. This poem speaks to me. This world is so crazy, how on earth are we supposed to know or understand it? That uncertainty bleeds into our own heads, confusing even what should be concrete- our identities. Thanks for writing!
keep your head up and remember that
"This is my new remedy
although it's quite new to me
But if I don't get used to this now,
I'll be howling restlessly
with the rest of the world's insanity"
rewind it in your head and remember your something special, too.
In depth thoughts here...
the way you present this verse...
the structure of your words...
makes the reader view the meaning...
more than just the words themselves...
It has a very interesting form, I must say. I love your pondering on this one. You've written the natural battle of the self against the self where it clawed out its own skin searching for itself, questioning itself. And I love the way you are fighting against the inner demons; the heart chiseling out the rusty parts and hopes for the better moments. This is a good write. :)