Across the great divide
I stand alone
With my memories
Lost in time.
Bitter tears falling
From swollen red eyes
Into shallow lakes
That floods my soulscape.
My soul scattered
In all directions
By the 4 winds
That blow across me.
Falling ever deeper
Into the depth of despair
Which threatens
To destroy me.
Reliving a past
Best forgotten
So long repressed
In self-hatred
And recrimination.
Where my needs
Have become
A living nightmare
That poison my spirit.
Daring to dream
A different reality
For myself
And my body.
Crossing boundaries
Physically and spiritually
So long denounced
As societal taboos.
In chasing
Hopes and dreams
That speak of acceptance.
Therisa © 2019
Author's note: Written for Poets United midweek motif (March 27, 2019), using the word prompt: solitude.
9 comments:
So lovely to see you, Therisa. Thank heaven we have writing in which to channel our emotions. I hear the pain of your journey, and also the daring to dream, and the hope of better days in your closing lines. It strikes me, that we long for acceptance from people, some of whom are too limited to give it. What counts more is our own knowing that we are Enough, just as we are. I have a prompt coming up at Toads april 4 on just this topic.
Dear Theresa Your write is very sad, please don't give up your hopes and dreams, I know the Universe is working for you, and hopefully one day, you will be able to let the past go, and will be surrounded by the love you want and need. "Daring to dream," is such a brave thing to do. It is hard to know why "some," are given such challenges. I love you through your writing, and I hold a place for you in my heart. What outstanding writing!!
This poem ends on an uplifting note: chasing hopes and dreams. There will be stumbles and setbacks along the way, of course, but as long as you can keep chasing those hopes and dreams, even if you must do it at a snail's pace, all will be well in the end.
I leave you to ponder these somewhat enigmatic words from Julian of Norwich:
"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing [singular] shall be well."
A poignant poem Live can be like that and yes just keep chasing your hope and dreams when the going gets tough "This too shall pass" Kia Kaha (stay strong)
This is an affecting poem, Therisa. The act of writing, itself can free us from the past. Solitude comes in different packages, and yours makes me pause and think. It's really a moving piece!
For some life is a continuous struggle without much respite.Take joy in anything that goes right which in my case is practically never. Yesterday by phone I ordered 3 clothes airers. The sales person actually put them aside for me where he said he would and at the right price he quoted. I couldn't believe it. It was like a miracle. It made my day. You would have thought I had won the lottery. I am telling you this because there are worse tragics than you out there and possibly most of them live in Australia:)
I hope that one day, the distance between daring dream and reality doesn't involve so much pain.
Solitude in these situaltions sometimes feels like part of the abuse, and sometimes fwels like a comforting safety zone. May you feel safe to be, tearful or not.
Dear Therisa, there's a battle here, a fight for hopes and dreams- which are your birth right. You may be on one side of a great divide-yet you manage to throw your voice across many lands and oceans- enough to receive a chorus of encouragement. You are not alone, my friend . Those hopes and dreams are worth fighting for.
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