gray solace

 

I am not me like what you want me to be

        I am here like you always wanted me to be

How could I ever be me, the me I want to be

 

I’m tired of you, I’m tired of crying in the dark.

pretending at the park - watching people talk with voices that barks

I feared it will spark an awful reaction stark

So I build an ark -

Sailed away into far,

                far - dream land

where prejudice & judgment is not in our hands

but in the all caring higher being.

 

Then again reality is never like that,

So I hide, I stumble, and I fall

     into the gray solace of my patience

The higher being cares, yet you need choices

to stay strong - fight and survived

                        until blessings comes along

                                and heal the dying soulful song.

       

 

Author's Note

a positive poem I guess - i am not sure it's worth posting. Since the month of June, i became sickly... and i have lost my pen of expression and the courage to write a piece. I always lose confidence, lose my self-knowing that i can... lose everything all together to the overly sensitive soul, then fall into darkness, alone - then come back into the gray solace - never wanting to give up what i hope will come true, someday, somewhere in time.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think that until we leave this world true artists and poets feel this way from time to time...it is the process of expelling the negativity here in the time and place. Know that even with the grayness that you feel, you have shared some sunshine in another soul's day. You have given them solace from the darkest hour and brought them to a lighter hue.Thank you so much for sharing your gifts with us!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Such a sensitive write my friend! We have to sometimes lose ourselves....it is when we wander those empty planes of nothingness, when we ask questions that we do not know the answers to, when we even run out of tears to cry - it is THEN when, suddenly, even on a rainy day, we will find the piece of that hidden "me" that was always running away.....

Inspired writing!

[Wee]

Pax this reflect amy own personal battle of demons in my reality tryin to interven with my humble intentions of just being a wiser man, God guides my pen God guides your pen brother and our hearts speakout and create. art keep up the good work keep up the passion

[Aprille]

Ohh, the start is sad, then ended with the will to go on. It's beautiful, I can feel the emotions from your words. Thanks for sharing, Salamat. :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

Look to the positive I guess. Positive thinking is the way humankind survives I think.

[Inspiring Writer]

Powerful write, it's well penned. Last stanza's a large one and having contained so much facts of life. Great job.

[Extant]

I'm trying to gather up my wits to give some helpful response, but I'm low on usefulness lately. I can really only say that I know how you feel; when we've suffered enough in reality to finally go into some creatively brilliant cave, when we have to come out again reality is just this grey mass of nothing special. I, of course, love the poem, Pax. You write every straw on the camel's back with an openness, I'll always be shocked by how you seem to speak right to me and everyone else who reads you. I hope you feel better soon. *Hug*

[Ruth]

Sublime in its beauty...potent message and visuals xx

The dream of every artist, is the perfect escape to the world, a world of utopia full of desire, where everything is rosy, and where we feel no pain and sorrow ... I'm glad you, just like me have a second world, either in dreams or active in day times, because a creative mind needs a break appears...we are all surreal lovers, but in this case you hit home, and keep it real... you mostly keep it very real :D

Great work my dear, you always are appreciated by me.

- Elisa