Turmoil

The poem is about the internal struggle of the spirit to rise above the mundane, worldly obligations and reclaim its true state.

A little peace is what the mind needs,  

For a lustrous haven it wanders,  
Alluringly the promise leads,  
Into seclusion as it ponders.  
  
The spirit, to soar into higher realms it urges,  
And rise it does on learned wings,  
But mighty the downfall to the depths,  
By the urgent chains of human needs.  
  
Their restless rattling jolts the peace,  
Wearing edifices built from practice,  
Oh where the will to forge the hammer lies,  
That breaks these overpowering links.  
  
The heat of a hundred thoughts,  
Melting the golden silence  
In anguish the mind cries  
As the goal furthers in distance.  
  
Alas! the light has forsaken  
Into depths has the soul fallen  
Is it fruitless this yearning and toil?  
As darkness descends into the turmoil.  
  
Will these urges ever be conquered?  
Has the path found those who have faltered?  
Will it ever end, this travail?  
And will fortitude finally prevail? 

Reviews

[L.L. Lily]

The title description caught my eye by the word "mundane" excuse my love for Cassandra Clare's novels Mortal Instruments. I had to read it, and gosh this poem is so deep. It's well woven and structured thanks for sharing it.

[Poetic Nuance]

Thank you so much for your review. I am so glad you liked it. :)