I’ve been looking through old poems and came across the one I wanted to share today. Well. I didn’t want to share it initially. I felt the nudge, the push to share it but I fought it for awhile.
This poem means a lot to me. It was written in my early 20’s not long after my Grandpa passed away. I was already familiar with depression. But this was different. This was worse. I was dating my (later-to-be) husband and the joy of our relationship was a deep feeling in itself. In spite of this I found it difficult to balance my emotions.
There is no correct formula in life. But sometimes I like to sit down and ask myself deep questions, figure things out. This is how much of my poetry is written and I imagine other poets might think the same.
I enjoyed sharing my other poem “Nothing Is a Mystery” (you can read about that post here) so I thought I would share another. I need to get back to writing more poetry so I can share some recent ones.
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Perspicuous Heart of Mine
Bleeding heart,
Bruised heart.
I’m suprised you feel
A thing.
You sort through
All my thoughts.
You sift through
So much pain.
Where is your limit?
Does sorrow
Have a bottom?
Does happiness
Have a boundary?
Is grief eternal?
How many wounds
Does time heal?
Only some…
Or none at all?
Why do you suffer so?
Why does happiness
Or joy
Not stay long with you?
How I wish you weren’t so sad.
Moon
And sun.
Sorrow
And perfect ecstasy.
It’s ying and yang
But not with you.
Can’t you open up?
Sorrow and Love.
Keep them equal.
Mirror images
Dancing on a line so thin.
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~Rachel
Oh my goodness Rachel! These feelings fly off the page and are felt while read. Thank you for sharing! I think you are able to speak the words of the hearts of others.
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Thank-you! I debated for so long about sharing. I’m glad you liked the poem. I like your poetry as well 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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