I'm standing in the middle of the highway in the middle of the night. The illuminating city lights embrace me as the cars speed past me in a blur. But I just stand there dazed in my melancholy atmosphere. I feel nothing, I hear nothing, but I am watching it all fall apart.
The moon hid behind the clouds and the storm lingers on over me. It's cold. Everything is closing in and I am waiting still. Waiting for the opportune moment to scream "I surrender!" But the words refuse to be spoken. The rain pours drenching my coat as the tears hot with remorse and anger flow with gracious flawlessness down my pale face. The tears sting with slight bitterness as they race towards the black pavement. I am spinning out of control with nothing to break my fall. I am ready now… I am ready to lay down in the dirt. I'm laying my pride to rest because my heart is breaking once again. I haven't many pieces left for the taking. I have given more than I could ever give. I have nothing left for you to break! Just leave… Let me drown in peace…
The moon hid behind the clouds and the storm lingers on over me. It's cold. Everything is closing in and I am waiting still. Waiting for the opportune moment to scream "I surrender!" But the words refuse to be spoken. The rain pours drenching my coat as the tears hot with remorse and anger flow with gracious flawlessness down my pale face. The tears sting with slight bitterness as they race towards the black pavement. I am spinning out of control with nothing to break my fall. I am ready now… I am ready to lay down in the dirt. I'm laying my pride to rest because my heart is breaking once again. I haven't many pieces left for the taking. I have given more than I could ever give. I have nothing left for you to break! Just leave… Let me drown in peace…
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December 10, 2008
[Note: In writing, I find solace in expressive words. Like an artist finds solace in his/her creation of blending colors, so do the authors of the written word. At this point of my life I was desperately looking for ways to cope with my first heart break after a 3 year relationship. You will have the opportunity to see a little more of this in a few other poems that will be shared.
Writing at the spur of the moment may surprise you. I believe that we as humans are capable of composing beautiful forms of music, art, and literature at the height of our emotional bliss; whether we are struggling through sorrow or falling deeply in love. These feelings that we feel is what makes us human, it is, in my opinion however, our connection to greater purpose. It is during these moments in our lives that we connect with our inner selves, the spirit within, the God conscious. In concluding, the human emotions that we indulge in daily, upon climax of whatever feeling, we experience bliss, and bliss is what brings us closer to God, Buddha, Shiva or whatever deity or higher energy or power that you may choose to believe in.]
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