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Sinking to the bottom of the sea
Sinking to the bottom of the sea
I feel myself growing smaller... harder
immense pressure changing me
a sphere of pure sadness
sinking deeper still
an impenetrable shell
safe from pain
nothing can touch me
nothing can make me feel again
then you found me
washed up by the tides
hard, encrusted,
just lifeless flotsam
yet you see value in this ugly thing
you clean and scape and polish
working tirelessly
revealing the man I once was
someone worthy of love
Oh, the agony!
nerves regenerate
emotions wake from sleep
I try to pull my shell around me
you just hold my hand
telling me it will be all right
feeling all my grief
and then there is no more pain
I am a man once more
seeing beauty and kindness
sadness and grief and love
I let all these feelings fill my soul
and I become more than a man
or maybe the man I was meant to be
bending under heavy burdens
never to be broken
A man with love in his heart
walking hand and hand
looking for encrusted shells
to clean and scape and polish
finding treasure thrown out by society
as you once found me
I feel myself growing smaller... harder
immense pressure changing me
a sphere of pure sadness
sinking deeper still
an impenetrable shell
safe from pain
nothing can touch me
nothing can make me feel again
then you found me
washed up by the tides
hard, encrusted,
just lifeless flotsam
yet you see value in this ugly thing
you clean and scape and polish
working tirelessly
revealing the man I once was
someone worthy of love
Oh, the agony!
nerves regenerate
emotions wake from sleep
I try to pull my shell around me
you just hold my hand
telling me it will be all right
feeling all my grief
and then there is no more pain
I am a man once more
seeing beauty and kindness
sadness and grief and love
I let all these feelings fill my soul
and I become more than a man
or maybe the man I was meant to be
bending under heavy burdens
never to be broken
A man with love in his heart
walking hand and hand
looking for encrusted shells
to clean and scape and polish
finding treasure thrown out by society
as you once found me
Published 7th Sep 2022
| Edited 5th Jan 2024
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7th Sep 2022 7:51pm
good afternoon dearest poet this is so beautiful and tender
a loving soul deserves such care... I ache for you sadness
and I glow in your happiness 💕
a loving soul deserves such care... I ache for you sadness
and I glow in your happiness 💕
9th Sep 2022 4:35pm
Yes, i think you see... the façade and the real, sadness and love, I think you feel everything and willingly pay penance for living with an open heart. Your reply melts my walls and my heart. peace.
7th Sep 2022 8:24pm
I think apathy is worse than depression and I felt that here. You always have such a depth in your writing and make the reader feel that through your own unique style of writing. This feels like when sadness and emptiness moves beyond depression and you just don't feel anything. I know I have used that as a defense mechanism in the past. Sometimes my feelings just get too intense and the brain has to intervene and shut off that part in order to save yourself so to speak. And I often transition into this fearless and reckless mode that can be very scary for those around me even if I am not scared.
I love the hope in the next part being found by someone who truly values you and sees what an incredible person you are despite everything you have suffered. I see that in you, that you have so much passion and beauty to share and I hope you never lose that. The renewed passion for life and wanting to share that with someone is so beautiful to see in this. When someone tells you it will be alright and takes that pain; what an incredible gift that is. To feel everything again and know that the sadness and grief is only a part of the whole. There is so much more... the beauty and kindness, love and passion those are the things that truly matter. The sadness and grief can amplify them too.
That last stanza is gorgeous. I don't know how anyone would not feel that deeply. A man with love is his heart is truly special. Thank you for taking me on this walk along the beach collecting sea shells, it was beautiful.
I love the hope in the next part being found by someone who truly values you and sees what an incredible person you are despite everything you have suffered. I see that in you, that you have so much passion and beauty to share and I hope you never lose that. The renewed passion for life and wanting to share that with someone is so beautiful to see in this. When someone tells you it will be alright and takes that pain; what an incredible gift that is. To feel everything again and know that the sadness and grief is only a part of the whole. There is so much more... the beauty and kindness, love and passion those are the things that truly matter. The sadness and grief can amplify them too.
That last stanza is gorgeous. I don't know how anyone would not feel that deeply. A man with love is his heart is truly special. Thank you for taking me on this walk along the beach collecting sea shells, it was beautiful.
9th Sep 2022 4:24pm
Isn't it amazing what we become with all we've overcome. I think it a miracle to really know someone in a world that rewards the façade and not what is real. Sometimes we get trapped in the roles we play, sometimes we protect ourselves by these roles, and they are so addictive. Then you meet someone real and your heart opens up, your spirit sighs, and that too becomes an addiction of a different sort. I think you see this last addiction often in your encounters with men, I am certainly not immune to these feels myself. Thank you for being you.
