Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Tags
#followyourintuition
The anxiety of the unexplained Is like an impoverished state A mental ache Caged alone Sidestepping the back of an alleyway pummeled in cobwebs Squeamishly awaiting the sentencing of a scarcity filled critter approaching its death The existence of him; an individual And myself I thought I knew what I felt at the time The excitement in my chest at the very thought of speaking to him aloud Even in my thoughts In my dreams The relationship between them has been severed by it As though it had been abandoned By the riverbed of endless possibilities met with the banks of effortlessness neglect to which nothing happens in the end I kept waiting for more to flood my insides in due time It was not my energy alone that was responsible for this repeated Cycle We were unprotected and unrenewed: despite him always speaking of protection it was manipulation before any sort of new, A blinded experience That I did not choose to see Only a man who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, will live the best of relation to another as something that can grow and remain alive I willed myself to exhaustion This existence of fear as a large or small window depending on the day, I only knew pieces of that room, he showed me a heart contained by secrecy Placed by a locked door a slipshod floor on which he walked up and down the steps of my attempted understanding He had his own fatal security And a dangerous insecurity that created a madwoman out of me I felt out the shape and the textures of his cornering A room set up to be a closet without light He said he is a prophet Like God But all he created was himself as a stranger To me and whoever knew him I did not want to be a prisoner. But I felt trapped Nothing could worry me I kept going with it I had no reason to mistrust that world for it wasn’t against me. YetI was alone and the dangers did I try to love It seemed to me the most alien But I wanted to trust him without faith. How can that be? It was not in faith that I believed. Perhaps all the wolves of our lives are cloaked in false princes clothing waiting to see us even for a single moment beautiful and brave And they don’t even know why “Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.”
0
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
lanna-evolved
Fear unexplained
The anxiety of the unexplained Is like an impoverished state A mental ache Caged alone Sidestepping the back of an alleyway pummeled in cobwebs Squeamishly awaiting the sentencing of a scarcity filled critter approaching its death The existence of him; an individual And myself I thought I knew what I felt at the time The excitement in my chest at the very thought of speaking to him aloud Even in my thoughts In my dreams The relationship between them has been severed by it As though it had been abandoned By the riverbed of endless possibilities met with the banks of effortlessness neglect to which nothing happens in the end I kept waiting for more to flood my insides in due time It was not my energy alone that was responsible for this repeated Cycle We were unprotected and unrenewed: despite him always speaking of protection it was manipulation before any sort of new, A blinded experience That I did not choose to see Only a man who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, will live the best of relation to another as something that can grow and remain alive I willed myself to exhaustion This existence of fear as a large or small window depending on the day, I only knew pieces of that room, he showed me a heart contained by secrecy Placed by a locked door a slipshod floor on which he walked up and down the steps of my attempted understanding He had his own fatal security And a dangerous insecurity that created a madwoman out of me I felt out the shape and the textures of his cornering A room set up to be a closet without light He said he is a prophet Like God But all he created was himself as a stranger To me and whoever knew him I did not want to be a prisoner. But I felt trapped Nothing could worry me I kept going with it I had no reason to mistrust that world for it wasn’t against me. YetI was alone and the dangers did I try to love It seemed to me the most alien But I wanted to trust him without faith. How can that be? It was not in faith that I believed. Perhaps all the wolves of our lives are cloaked in false princes clothing waiting to see us even for a single moment beautiful and brave And they don’t even know why “Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.”
Continue reading...
65