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Tuesday, November 30

On My Other Hand….

BLUE ROOM ~ RED HAIRCanvas Print by Tammera

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I open my eyes and look
At that point in space
Without a trail

Talking to myself
With great expectation

Avoiding feeling down
Feeling poor

Struggling not to revive
The old dispute
With greater justifications

For the fire of anger
And the ashes it left
So well I know where it led
.
Hard to swallow

Aiming at specific measures
So as to balance depression

Accepting those facts
Will never change
No matter how deep the dream

Striving not to add more burdens
On my weak back

Trying  to understand
It’s all about not feeling obliged
To be or behave
This or the other way
.
Instead...
Sweetly let
That part of me
Fade  away.
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22 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

such beautiful flowing words, dulce, bringing a message for us all - and i love your new look over here, by the way! wonderful!!!

Bubba said...

Introspection at its best. Nice work!

Claudia said...

read it several times - you expressed a lot of feelings with this..deep and heartfelt..

Brian Miller said...

nice...living under the weight of others expectations can be tough...sometimes our own are the hardest....

Don Carlo said...

Girl in Blue Room staring at point in space? No way to travel there, except how I go there. And when I do that is called day dreaming

Ottima poesia, Dulce. Grazie!

I like picture
I like lot.
I like you
C

Anonymous said...

Beauty tinged with sadness Dulce. Very meaningful and touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing!

signed...bkm said...

Sounds like walking on egg shells...it is hard to balance and somehow, someday one gets cracked....bkm

Steve Isaak said...

Smile-inducing, life-smart work.

moondustwriter said...

There is balance isn't there my dear?
a heart felt piece with alot of feeling

let that part fade away (sad to contemplate)

thanks for the One Shot

Moonie hugs

Monkey Man said...

This really touches close to home. Beautiful

dustus said...

Think you got me on this one. Can relate to most of it like a punch to the gut, until reading hope at the poem's resolution. Inspiring.

Andrew said...

I know what you are saying.

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

Have you seen the picture with molecals, or atoms, all conjoined by stems! A lot of work to do that! Planets can conjoin, just like our moon is near our world, imagine a tunnel leading to it, deeply rooted! And a metal bubble surrounding us all! With explosive measures in outer place!

You know, rounding things off, I believe existence to be a hundred billion years. I am just probing around with possibilities! Much to do. But hey, it's not all work, there's rest and play, in equal measures!

Sorry to go on about nothing in particular, but I lose my mind sometimes! HA.

A lovely poem to ponder.

THANK YA. LOVE LOVE LOVE, ANDOO. SKY.

Take wonderful and gentle care.

Sent a bathful into the sea, which made the process much easier, and time was of the essence!

Rick said...

Dulce
I like that that the author ended wisely.
but those first three lines would have made a splendid poem on their own. Maybe that's where poems should end, just a look into the vast where no trail can be found.
~rick

Anthony Duce said...

The conversation with one’s self in this is great. I love the imagery.

KB said...

I spent 15 years of my married life trying to be what was expected of me. It wore me out and now I am out of the marriage. It's not a way to live. This is a great One Shot.

June_Butterfly said...

This one touched a chord.Reflections of my deepest feelings ,too.

Thanks for sharing this ,Dulce.Felt every word as if it was my own.

Asobime said...

Heartbreaking poem....but there is such a level of reality for all of us....the end stanza is one of resolve and hope...and healing.

I loved this poem. Rang deep.

Thank you~! I need to read this again...and again.

Lady Nyo

JStar said...

Very REAL here Dulce...

aguja said...

This poem really speaks out about the struggle within; the balance of depression, the burdens, real or supposed ... and the yearning at the end.

I battled depression for twenty years ... but in the end, I arrived at the last verse of your poem ... oh such release to arrive there - to be troubled no more.

You have used the words brilliantly to reach out and encapsulate the moment.

A Plain Observer said...

It is so hard, so hard to walk away and not let the anger take over or the memories of hurt guide us, depress us. It is hard not to allow that which control us back.

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Dear Dulce

Very beautiful.. I enjoyed it so much...
Thanks for sharing...

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