how these words awake,
from deep inside,
to lay spread ,
our hope, rage , love , hate.........
how something inside conjures,
these beautiful verse.
which soothe and uplift,
comfort and embrace
the worst and best of us.
how through words we are
made aware, of the heart that aches
in diverse beings;
of the dreams that simmer in us;
of the hope that grows inside.
but sometimes words fail,
to embrace the pain that rages;
we grow numb, we sink , we fall,
we survive;
we live out of habit,
scarred and bruised.
suddenly hope finds it's way,
igniting the embers turned cold.
now again words paint
the canvas of remembrance ,
with the memory that remains.
we seek to transform it
into something more.
we might succeed,
we might fail.
but we owe ourselves
a tale.
4 comments:
now. i feel the real story is lost in abstractions. if at all there is a real story behind this poem. pray enlighten.
i think it is an abstraction .. why words is sometimes all we have , why sometimes they r inadequate, why sometimes silence is all consuming.. so we again go back to words.my feeling need not triggered by an immediate incidence. u just need to be perceptive of ur emotions and wat others go thru. empathic even.this poem is not a catharsis.
.... "but sometimes words fail,
to embrace the pain that rages;
we grow numb, we sink , we fall,
we survive;
we live out of habit,
scarred and bruised."
No matter how hard you try to camouflage, yr own words somehow tend to reveal you...Speaks volumes!!!
Has actually lay open a plethora of thoughts... *wondering*
not based on my personal experience but experience of others.yes i went thru certain phases where numbness was constant and i was insulate from any human feeling.... a mere zombie, but things got better and i realised that experience gave me a lot of depth that in can draw upon to write and create.u know w at i'm talking abt.art is personal( but i dont know if it is art or not
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