Oh Beloved Muse
Fickle as Fortune
Diaphanous as Luck
Neglected so
Unshun your humble servant.
My thoughts are not mine…
My words
Usurped
by my heart’s turmoil.
This is my undying promise to you:
Tirelessly I will toil my way
Through to you….
seek your ephemeral blessings
pay earnest obeisances
At your temple threshold
I’ll engrave your haloed name
In every verse…
*I don’t know how this will work but I’m going to try…I would like to create a piece that prompted asoulwalker’s thoughtful and sage response.
“Lost & Finding”
There were days i wrote
Even then i curbed my words
Hid from their meaning
Scoffed at the emotion and fervour with which i wrote…
And i lost.
I lost myself
I lost my drive
I lost my joy
I lost.
And when I finally said i cannot do this anymore…
I chose me.
But choosing me meant
Forgiving myself when i felt betrayed
Comforting myself when i felt robbed
Picking up myself knowing i would stumble
Pieceing myself together… Knowing that there would be more pieces that would not fit, some broken, some lost, some taken or thrown away.
And when i ventured back to here
I realized I was there for me in words
Before I was ready
Before I needed it
Before I was strong enough to choose me.
And now I’m here…trying again… Not to seek the past, not to give into the urgency of the present…. Not to fear the future.
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There is a space between things
Between the seeing and the feeling
Between the hearing and the feeling
Between the thinking and the feeling
There is a silence and a stillness
And in that space
We all move
We all are moved
We all are still
Every breath is held.
Let us face ourselves
That we might face each other
And may God show us the way of mercy
-asoulwalker
a plea for pity
a soothing reprieve
a willingly wept prayer
a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy
hopeless words half said, half breathed
a beckoning death knell
could not sound sweeter
and yet fate would not allow such ease
a desperate wail
scraped from within
feeble efforts to meekly appease
the undeniable truth of unease
i sought prayer
and found relief
from the testing
that i unbeknownst
was asking for
the more i prayed
away my tears
the more i uttered heartfully
the more i found reason
to utter still more beseechingly
for the mercy that had not reached its time to be received
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