I’ve run with wolves
Who hurt me badly
Seen the light
With dazzling eyes
Made wrong calls
Which ruined the plan
I’ve played with clowns
Who laughed at me
I’ve reached the top
Of a brisk walk
Lived astounded
A beloved’s agony
I’ve perceived God
And then deceived me
I’ve flown with angels
But lost my patience
Made up myself
After losing all hope
Defied fate
After losing lots of battles
Been able to tear the list
Of those fake lovers
I’ve trudged alone
While cried and yelled my head off
Learnt and forgotten
Had to start again
I've seen myself insane
Had to start again
In my mentioning these few
I’ve suffered, I’ve smiled
I’ve surrendered
I’ve survived.
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© Dulce
13 comments:
...and started again? Surviving-- Surrendering.
MY insanity was in thinking I could do the same old thing and achieve a different result. Drink and not get (a little?) drunk. Take a pill and not get (a little?) high.
So today (only today!), whatever I do, at least I KNOW! I do not have to ask myself the next day.
The painting shown on the post is so misterious, this woman sat on water with the waves beating against her, she has this facial expression as if she is crying, then the light sky with a dark moon and square stars. Such a strange painting.
I loved this.
You are quite talented darling, and you know yourself so well.
I see myself through this poem.
"I've surrendered
I've survived."
I just found your blog, but I know I will come back.
You are truly talented!
Is it your paintings too?
Anna
Your way has been long and hard. You survived, that's great. Only a few learn how to do it. I'm not one of those, unfortunately.
I have read through many of your poems & think they are just wonderful!
Loved this poem!
Margie:)
somehow, not surviving, is not an option...
thank you all
So you have seen a few things. I guess in order to know pleasure we must also know pain.
Great poem.
Does it describe your journey or a view of a journey?
I've known pain Lianm dear, unfortunately- as most of us, I guess.
And Dr John,
it's my journey... well, a small part of it...
you my dear have LIVED!!!
smiles,
I salute your feelings..and I salute your talent.. again, true feelings..a live story happening in front me...You got Talent Dolce..keep writing!
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