So full of life; at the seams, she’s bursting
Yet the daily grind of mental torment
Kills felicitous tone, leaves her thirsting
No escape from sulfuric lake of ruin
Yet she treads while choking acrid poison
Willing a new dawn under the paled moon
Low. So low, no grasping breaks the traction
Yet alone, wounded, abandoned, she waits
Until her salvation’s moved toward action
Glow turns ember; near exanimate’s door
Yet keeps on breathing, while longing to stop
Still, without calm; can no longer ignore
She never dreamed of a life within his nightmares
Mind Wide Open
Lost in translation are the fragments of this beautiful life.
Very well written. I particularly like this line, and find it very appropriate as a closing line: "She never dreamed of a life within his nightmares." Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteEverything happens for a reason. Perhaps you're going through this process of turbulence and healing and more turbulence because you needed inspiration to write. Or because it provides a substance to write about; not fluff, but REAL emotion. We can find real emotion in good and bad things, but for each person the life ladder is different, and we are each offered different motivators, as artists, to follow.
There is always light sneaking in behind the darkest hours, and I'm sure that light is peeking through your life now, even if you can't yet see its rays. It'll come. Your heart wont come undone. :)
Thank you for always saying just the right thing, at the right moment, to encourage my doubt filled mind. Doubt and hopelessness are two very ugly demons: When they work together, side-by-side, the results can be overpowering, suffocating.
ReplyDeleteI am attempting to write my first "official" essay. I've been inspired to write about this very line: She never dreamed of a life within his nightmare. I do believe this season has a labyrinth of purpose, and I need to stay grounded in my pursuit of uncovering them and keep reminding myself of who I am, and with patience in-tow. Wish me luck!