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Resolve
Lately, I've been lost for words,
As I finally let my grief and my pain swallow me whole.
Sitting in the woeful sobriety of a new seed growing,
I shed layers of myself over and over.
Some nights, I am reduced to an ugly mess,
Choking on desperate words that seem to linger
Held in the darkness by not so empty air
Where God fills the cracks of my loneliness
With release, clarity, and love.
I never thought the most shaky breath
Would come before statements like
"I am who I am, and I am me."
The resolve that forms after months of screaming
Feeling like no one is really listening.
Aimless words fall on uninvested ears
And reap hollow reassurance
That fades as soon as the conversation ends.
Finally, I know I must let go.
As I finally let my grief and my pain swallow me whole.
Sitting in the woeful sobriety of a new seed growing,
I shed layers of myself over and over.
Some nights, I am reduced to an ugly mess,
Choking on desperate words that seem to linger
Held in the darkness by not so empty air
Where God fills the cracks of my loneliness
With release, clarity, and love.
I never thought the most shaky breath
Would come before statements like
"I am who I am, and I am me."
The resolve that forms after months of screaming
Feeling like no one is really listening.
Aimless words fall on uninvested ears
And reap hollow reassurance
That fades as soon as the conversation ends.
Finally, I know I must let go.
Published 12th Oct 2023
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Sometimes I think we are nothing if not well spoken.
You have a fascinating depiction of how feeling and thinking continue on autopilot in between the quieter moments where we can more deeply reflect upon ourselves and our situations.
Filling the cracks of loneliness...so to speak...where we realize that we are not actively heard as much as we need, or would like, and that we need to move beyond the existential angst that comes from that nonstop train of "uninvested ears", "hollow reassurance", and the inevitability of conversational discontinuation which is so troublesome for an active and perceptive person.
A sobering and psychologically profound treatment of when we come to know how we are ever on our own and must persevere in that fashion, regardless of that devastating assessment of reality.
You have a fascinating depiction of how feeling and thinking continue on autopilot in between the quieter moments where we can more deeply reflect upon ourselves and our situations.
Filling the cracks of loneliness...so to speak...where we realize that we are not actively heard as much as we need, or would like, and that we need to move beyond the existential angst that comes from that nonstop train of "uninvested ears", "hollow reassurance", and the inevitability of conversational discontinuation which is so troublesome for an active and perceptive person.
A sobering and psychologically profound treatment of when we come to know how we are ever on our own and must persevere in that fashion, regardless of that devastating assessment of reality.
12th Oct 2023 2:07pm
Live life for the person you lost. They are always in your heart and memories. Keep on writing.
21st Oct 2023 5:18am
This poem is about letting go of past pain? I just want to make sure I understood what I was reading.
