The arrival,
The anticipation
Tied up in old patterns
Exhausted
by what could be.
So, I break free,
Out of this shell
You enclosed me in,
Your opinions
Heavy on me, like armour,
But who's armour?
Not mine.
I've come too far
To be tamed,
To bow down
To this,
This,
that corrodes, from the inside out.
Tattered souls
litter the way
Behind.
So I look forward,
My sight on greener pastures,
Where I will not,
be tethered,
Pulled down
into the pain of others.
For I see it now
Your suffering,
how it warped the way,
in which you walk this earth.
You know no better,
you have no desire to change.
But me,
I have the desire,
My fire
Has found its way.
Beautiful poem about nature and soul. I liked.
The struggle keeps the sane safe from the madness of a cyclical, empty and meaningless life, scratching the dirt of their own existential grave, premature death in life and in the slavery of the simple life.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
When perspective changes, new fire helps us from drowning in our own darkness.
Very cool poem, in the change is always the evolution, it is not good to stay stuck in one place or place, you have to break what is needed and change what needs to be changed in order to move forward, thanks for sharing and happy 2024 ♥
Did you have an encounter with a prior significant other? I read that here, a past love who tried to force you to be someone other than who you are. Perhaps the greatest offense one person can impose on another. I see how, instead of squirming as you may have in the past, you extract yourself from the external judgment of another. And I love this:
a compassion in the knowledge that it must suck to be him.
Yes you interpreted it perfectly. I know you see me. Thank you my wonderful friend xxxx