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The Source
Life's been cruel to me so far
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
I'd piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield, there's still resistance
How the wounds of life have festered
Pains from yesterday have pestered
Such things I would not undo
Though closure may help to get me through
Given up on restoration
Of a past that's left me shaken
Yet my dreams have not been taken
Still linger when I awaken
Now it's practically ensured
I'll die forgotten, likely scorned
Likely no one by my side
I still won't give up my pride
Upon a fine black steed I'll stride
Into the sunset I will ride
Surely there may be regrets
But none I wish I could forget
Our mistakes shape us, mold us strong
I will not fold, through hours long
When hours stretch to days
And days stretch to years
In my mind, the past replays
I feel no shame in tears
Knowing so much has been broken
No way to repair
Despite every word spoken
I will not despair
To spite the cruelty of existence
I look forward with resilience
Both ends of this tunnel gleam with brilliance
Only where I stand, the dark spills in
Over my head hangs this cloud
With shadows I have been endowed
Why I couldn't reach the light
Because darkness never leaves my sight
Darkness I can not escape
I won't let go, it takes my shape
It travels with me, emanates from within
The reason everything breaks
Odds of fixing are thin
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
I'd piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield, there's still resistance
How the wounds of life have festered
Pains from yesterday have pestered
Such things I would not undo
Though closure may help to get me through
Given up on restoration
Of a past that's left me shaken
Yet my dreams have not been taken
Still linger when I awaken
Now it's practically ensured
I'll die forgotten, likely scorned
Likely no one by my side
I still won't give up my pride
Upon a fine black steed I'll stride
Into the sunset I will ride
Surely there may be regrets
But none I wish I could forget
Our mistakes shape us, mold us strong
I will not fold, through hours long
When hours stretch to days
And days stretch to years
In my mind, the past replays
I feel no shame in tears
Knowing so much has been broken
No way to repair
Despite every word spoken
I will not despair
To spite the cruelty of existence
I look forward with resilience
Both ends of this tunnel gleam with brilliance
Only where I stand, the dark spills in
Over my head hangs this cloud
With shadows I have been endowed
Why I couldn't reach the light
Because darkness never leaves my sight
Darkness I can not escape
I won't let go, it takes my shape
It travels with me, emanates from within
The reason everything breaks
Odds of fixing are thin
Published 15th Jan 2025
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15th Jan 2025 1:14pm
Hey there
There was some very evident questioning of the self and the journey present in this. I like how the rhyme scheme carried this poem all the way through to the end presenting the whole thing in a conversational narrative.
Wishing you well, regardless of the situation. Thank you for sharing.
-M
There was some very evident questioning of the self and the journey present in this. I like how the rhyme scheme carried this poem all the way through to the end presenting the whole thing in a conversational narrative.
Wishing you well, regardless of the situation. Thank you for sharing.
-M
I didn't know where it would end when I began, in fact I don't even know what the message here is. Not wanting to erase scars, or forget regrets, but also desire to push on to better things... But then the turn it took to how I am the source of my own problems, thus the name. The subconscious is brutally honest, and it's almost as if I'm saying I deserve those scars and regrets. I really don't know.
Thank you for reading!
Thank you for reading!
