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wisdom
seek me in my wounded thoughts
lay witness to my terror
my anxiety screams in silence
I wrap my arms around me and keen in prayers
it hurts to be this human
beautiful divinity I see your face
you wear my tears as diamonds in a vial around your neck
all my pain is felt
if it was done to the least of these it was done to you
I hear you in my soul
walking the Earth with me
there is solace in the pain
I am becoming wisdom
knowledge my keeper
I keep to the path of most resistance
I am aware now
visions open my mind
as I trade my fears for truth
my hurt becomes me
melancholy my friend
you my destiny
Published 15th Oct 2021
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15th Oct 2021 7:36am
Incredibly insightful piece full of wisdom ! I love this and can relate so much🙏👏 the opening lines are just unbelievably brilliant and touches the soul deep
“seek me in my wounded thoughts
lay witness to my terror
my anxiety screams in silence
I wrap my arms around me and keen in prayers
it hurts to be this human”
Powerful words crimsin 👏
“seek me in my wounded thoughts
lay witness to my terror
my anxiety screams in silence
I wrap my arms around me and keen in prayers
it hurts to be this human”
Powerful words crimsin 👏
15th Oct 2021 1:17pm
Anonymous
15th Oct 2021 5:36pm
I really enjoy this, very much like Poetspeak above--
Yes, to the divinities our tears are like precious jewels.
That's my favorite image in this, how the artifacts are our suffering are to the angels and watchers & God something so rare, so precious--
How can they weep, who will never grow old, sicken, suffer, lose their loved ones, and die?
To have bodies, to be corporeal, finite, is to suffer, to feel pain in a way that eternal beings of spirit cannot, from my understanding--
There's a kind of deeply relatable plaint to the beings watching over our metaphysics...
Enjoyed!
Yes, to the divinities our tears are like precious jewels.
That's my favorite image in this, how the artifacts are our suffering are to the angels and watchers & God something so rare, so precious--
How can they weep, who will never grow old, sicken, suffer, lose their loved ones, and die?
To have bodies, to be corporeal, finite, is to suffer, to feel pain in a way that eternal beings of spirit cannot, from my understanding--
There's a kind of deeply relatable plaint to the beings watching over our metaphysics...
Enjoyed!
16th Oct 2021 1:15pm
25th Oct 2021 5:50pm
"you wear my tears as diamonds in a vial around your neck" I love the visual and sentiment in this sentence, as if he fully understands your pain and is there for you.
Wonderful poem.
Wonderful poem.
