Back at the shore, at the interface, I tried, once, to be free.
I found a human animal there, hidden beneath the sea.
It stared, defiant, back at me, perplexed to be observed.
It had no need for company,
It had no need for words.
I felt unable to understand,
Understanding all too well.
The pain within the heart of man,
The pain they buy and sell.
I spoke aloud, though, anyway,
I thought I knew those eyes,
Believed my voice could make a change,
In other creature's lives.
"You're hurt", I said, to the ocean waves,
"Why hide beneath the sea?"
"You're a fool", it said, "presuming that",
"There's something wrong with me"
"Go back to where it's warm and dry,"
"Just walk away from here."
"The water gives me all I need."
"Spare me your hope and fear".
Perhaps", I said, "We all are broken,"
"To some extent, in body; soul..."
I saw my own, afraid but happy,
So unbroken as to seem whole.
It shouted at me once I had left,
We would never meet again.
Then whispered an unheard, but felt,
Admission to the pain.
Sunday 01 September 2014 11:15AM
seed= so unbroken as to seem whole
or, did you just become accustomed to the pain?
Still working on the final stanzas, trying to preserve "...an unheard, but felt, admission to the pain" without that awkward abruptness.
Read here by the author:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/the-unbroken?in=warmphase/sets/poems