let me slip away into these gentle forms,
to feel my way, amongst the greatest of storms,
to navigate, the distance from which I stalled,
a million shattered pieces of myself reborn,
to take that leap of faith, into lands unknown,
my broken memories, rebuild amongst the thorns,
that rip into my inner knowing, and guide me home.
Let me taste the sweetest of nectars, as my tears anoint the earth,
let my pain be transformed, as I breathe new life, into this my rebirth.
Let me feel the emptiness that comes with grief,
that gaping hole that was created by love,
Oh let me grieve,
let me scream my anger, my sadness, my despair,
let me try desperately to find my way,
to share this journey that continues to ease my pain,
let it flow, this dance, that weaves it's way,
new threads of life, to heal, to reconnect, to play.
Let me howl at the moon,
let me be wild and free
let my hands find solace amongst the trees,
Let me feed this hunger, that motivates me,
let me in my wholeness, be.
That is one glorious poem, @trucklife-family, well done indeed! 😁 🙏 💚 ✨ 🤙
Thank you my friend xxx
You're most welcome, @trucklife-family, absolutely! 😁 🙏 💚 ✨ 🤙
The snapshot imagery is strong - gentle forms - shattered pieces. I enjoyed the rhythm and pacing. Could some lines be broken up, sure, but overall a very heartfelt and raw piece evoking the emotional depth of grief. I wanted more from that 'guide me home' - there's another poem perhaps?
Thank you for the feedback.
That poem, is all I have for now x
This part speaks very clearly to me today. So simple, and yet so hard to do.
xxo
Sending you a huge hug xxx