soul remedy

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

                                               
                 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Stricken by bolts of the mental flu
A sickness Nyquil could never undo...

Certainly not an affliction for over-the-counter stuff... This is a cleverly presented piece with depth, Nebunova. Well done!

[Nebunova]

Thanks Rita! :)

[Tam Warink]

A joy to read, Nebunova! There is a sympathetic note in it that is bound to resonate with many; myself included. I find only one small thing that you might wish to correct: "who only concern" ... take a look and see what you think. Otherwise very nicely written, formatted and etc..

[Nebunova]

thank you for pointing that out Tam. and for your always appreciated reviews :)

[FlatLineBeauty]

Very well written and thoughtful. I loved the way you chose your wording.

[Nebunova]

its interesting to me how words can have one meaning but be infinitely interpreted. i appreciate your review WinterRose. thank you :)

[wordman]

great poem,loved the scheme

[Nebunova]

thank you wordman :)

[Michael Stevens]

Excellent poem; yeah, some days I feel just like this.

[Nebunova]

its a constant struggle for me and poetry is an outlet of expression that helps me connect to people like you :) thanks Michael

[Dayran]

Its a sign of the times to encounter such changes at the scale and size we do in these times. Your poem expresses the incredible consternation of the experience. Nice.

[Nebunova]

thank you for taking note of that Dayran. the scales of challenges and chaos have increased while humanity's capacity to cope hasn't. or maybe it has but not nearly at the same rate.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the journey you took me with your words. I like the logical place you landed.
"My heart became a chisel,
chipping away rusty pasts
forming new curves that foster
smiles and long lasting laughs "
Sometime we must release the bad and reach for some good. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Nebunova]

the bad is only good when we've learned to transform it for the better but sometimes it's useless junk that simply clutters the mind. fear can be an obstacle. but it can also be a motivator. thanks for the kind words, coyote:)

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this Herta Müller, whom I really like, wrote some fantastic poems in this way, and you do very
well here. Like the unassuming couplets smuggled in..fine write this.

[Nebunova]

I'm unfamiliar with Herta Müller but I'm deeply humbled by the compliment. thank you Leslie :)

[Sami Khalil]

"My heart became a chisel,
chipping away rusty pasts
forming new curves that foster
smiles and long lasting laughs "



Unique structure and poem...

[Nebunova]

thank you sami. that was my favorite part of the poem as well :)

[Sami Khalil]

Great...You are welcome...:).......................