Aug 2021
I searched
searched the sky for her
Don’t know where she went
but I was
losing
my friend
No other lover has her voice
the rhythm of her mind
the presence of her heart
the lyrical cadence
of her footsteps
as she disappeared from sight
Looking in my heart
I chanced upon her soul
and lo, there she was
I let her out of the darkness where she put my love
and the air was full of hope
Not a sound was heard
quiet as the sun
quiet as the moon, my love
and we never left the door open
again
again
Once or twice, I knew
our passion met the tundra
colder than my fury
colder than the rains, can you hear me?
I learned the lion’s roar
in hopes of telling you
that I was too afraid
to love and love again
love and love again
and again
and again
and again
again
Tired of this pain
knives don’t cut as deep
tears don’t ease the pain
of my every heartbreak
And still, I walk the rope
searching for the truth
that I can never breathe in
truth harsh as the sun
drying up the oceans
Never was a truth so large so hard so pure to grasp
that I am
alone, alone
alone, alone again
because the music of pain is love’s refrain
and I’d die to hear the poetry
till the end...
searched the sky for her
Don’t know where she went
but I was
losing
my friend
No other lover has her voice
the rhythm of her mind
the presence of her heart
the lyrical cadence
of her footsteps
as she disappeared from sight
Looking in my heart
I chanced upon her soul
and lo, there she was
I let her out of the darkness where she put my love
and the air was full of hope
Not a sound was heard
quiet as the sun
quiet as the moon, my love
and we never left the door open
again
again
Once or twice, I knew
our passion met the tundra
colder than my fury
colder than the rains, can you hear me?
I learned the lion’s roar
in hopes of telling you
that I was too afraid
to love and love again
love and love again
and again
and again
and again
again
Tired of this pain
knives don’t cut as deep
tears don’t ease the pain
of my every heartbreak
And still, I walk the rope
searching for the truth
that I can never breathe in
truth harsh as the sun
drying up the oceans
Never was a truth so large so hard so pure to grasp
that I am
alone, alone
alone, alone again
because the music of pain is love’s refrain
and I’d die to hear the poetry
till the end...
There's so much I could say about myself
and what I said and wish for you to know in this poem
and, as well, wish for myself to know,
but all I can think to say
is I hope you are all okay - better than okay even,
or finding yourself there
searching
like hands in the dark
or an adventurer in a forest
for a way to the light
or a way home.
I spend a lot of time thinking about myself
and perhaps that is why I am so alone.
Perhaps this is why I push others away: so I can have
more time
to think about myself.
I hope you all find a way to be free of such a nightmare.
I hope you all find love, fulfillment, family, a bright future.
I hope that when you find that future, you share it with even those
who don't matter.
Life is too short to be living in pain, missing out on the good fruits
that can be grown and picked
from planting the seeds of kindness, meaningful action, generosity
and eating of what grows from those deeds
the kind of life we can be proud of.
Please do so
not for anyone else in your life
but for yourself.
Be courageous enough to love yourself like you were
the last and the first person
to discover love.
and what I said and wish for you to know in this poem
and, as well, wish for myself to know,
but all I can think to say
is I hope you are all okay - better than okay even,
or finding yourself there
searching
like hands in the dark
or an adventurer in a forest
for a way to the light
or a way home.
I spend a lot of time thinking about myself
and perhaps that is why I am so alone.
Perhaps this is why I push others away: so I can have
more time
to think about myself.
I hope you all find a way to be free of such a nightmare.
I hope you all find love, fulfillment, family, a bright future.
I hope that when you find that future, you share it with even those
who don't matter.
Life is too short to be living in pain, missing out on the good fruits
that can be grown and picked
from planting the seeds of kindness, meaningful action, generosity
and eating of what grows from those deeds
the kind of life we can be proud of.
Please do so
not for anyone else in your life
but for yourself.
Be courageous enough to love yourself like you were
the last and the first person
to discover love.
(33/M/Philadelphia)
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