Tuesday, September 1, 2015

A Poem today

I've not been writing much of late and I've been struggling with the reasons why. About a month or so ago, something stirred in my mind and I had to stop everything to grab paper and pen to write these words. Even though they may not seem like the most uplifting combination of words, they lightened me all the same.

I've not written poetry in a very long time, but something hit me inside just right that day, and the result is as follows. Enjoy.


Pieces


I am pieces

I am part

I am whole.

There is a core in me.

Strong

Steady

Firm

Surrounded by ethereal love.


Whisps blow around me

Surround me.

I walk the path laid before me.

I reach

I touch

I am touched in return.

 

I am taken.

Piece by piece.

Little by little.

Every little whisp soon disappears.


I have my center

That keeps me strong.

 

No.

 

That keeps me going.

 

No. 

 

That's me.

The essence of me.

 

With no more whisps

What is there to take?

But they do.

They hammer and pound and tear and break

little pieces at a time.

So I won't notice. 

So I won't see

What they do to me.

 

My whisps are gone.

My core grows weaker

And still they demand

"More!"

like I'm never-ending.

like I can go forever and still give

as I did at the beginning.

I want to hide.

 

I want to run away.

If only for a little while.

 

I need to rebuild--if it's even possible--

I need to strengthen.

I want to regain my whisps--if it's even possible--

 

I want my me back.

I want my me back.  


~ (c) Ayla Ruse

 


Top image from fotolia © St├ęphane Bidouze
Bottom image from fotolia © Okssi

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