Mesmerized at the pieces of my shattered heart
As they all scattered and dance in the wind
Begging for me to chase them and to find them
Yet how could I
When I, myself felt lost
To this agonizing misunderstood moment that taunted me
One that was full of wonder and charm
As enchanting as the moon
But as dark as the night sky
How could I bring myself to wander alone
For that piece of me that belonged to another
I felt so weak
For anger was my only companion
And sorrow drowned my misguided soul in a sea of bitterness
Still, I endured and searched for what was not mine
Although in time it all became, sort of vain
Or more so I lack the motivation
Because the memories started to fade
With the well of tears that soon dried up
Therefore, I cast away what was left of my grief
So that I could smile at the thought of creating something new
To find paradise… to find…
…Where birds may fly, and where the clouds may drift
A wanderer may wander, although one is not always lost.
Isn’t it amazing…you know…the way in which we tend to stumble.
Perhaps this is our imperfection,
And it would seem life can be made more beautiful because of it
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Hi sweetie beautiful as always
Hi sweetie beautiful as always
Where birds may fly, and where the clouds may drift
A wanderer may wander, although one is not always lost.
Very powerful and meaningful verse. Well penned 🙂
This is beautiful. Anger, sorrow, and bitterness will indeed make us weak. Better to cast them away and be made new. Peace, Linda
An emotional loss can wound you like a .357 to the gut, & yes, it takes some down time, some doctoring, some rebuilding, before we can open those doors of heart sanctum yet again. Nice piece.
i like the hope you've hidden between the lines
Amazing indeed, the ways we stumble, and how we wander though we are not lost…
a mesmerising poem, ultimately hope triumphant.
I was just wondering if you'd missed out an 'I' in the line:
How could (I) bring myself to wander alone
This is full of memorable one-liners. Loved it!
'Perhaps this is our imperfection…” sums up the entire piece quite well. Lovely!
A dark night.. eyes no longer
tolerating light.. street
lights as bright
as sun..
through shades
of eyes.. in body
grown cold with
tattered jacket..
in mid-July..
yet i will
escape
this darker
room to
walk.. where is
truth.. who am i..
all alone.. no connection
is there.. but yes.. a spark
after 5 years or so comes..
a tear it is.. and that
one tear
is now
an ocean
of me.. where
now hope lives
with no search..
there are steps
still
waiting
to walk..
and now
for
me as
Dance..:)
To find where clouds may drift…as we stumble imperfectly along…..indeed this can be AMAZING. Love the hope and beauty in this poem….not all is lost for souls that continue stumbling!
What a wonderful poem! Those things that make us stumble, indeed, cast them away and hang on to the hope. In spite of it all, at the end you write of hope and that is beautiful. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
Resonates of life..
Beautiful outpouring of Angst Anand Bose from Kerala
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This is such a beautiful line: And sorrow drowned my misguided soul in a sea of bitterness… I enjoyed your poem Renée
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