'HURTING' a poem for all those who hurt the hearts of another (from 'soft foot treads of my soul'
Posted: Monday, January 11, 2010
by Carol Fernandez
The searing heat forces the wheels of my mind
to a complete standstill
fear braces itself within me so that I am stultified, paralysed
with an overwhelming paradigm of loss and bewilderment
A maze of misconceptions cloud my judgement
and fade my reason into the shadows
Shadows that breathe with the ghosts of past hurts
The staring eyes of past fears light up the dark
ferocious and infinitely cruel
The fangs bite into the flesh of my heart
as lightening sears through the trunk of a tree
Cruelty and hurt laugh together in the dark cellars of remorse
Regret pauses my life in time so that I can replay all that is past
Bewilderment rises around me in a thick fog of shame
I wait
still
quiet
for it will pass
For the strength of forbearance to steady up the shores of my soul
The ship rocks but then steadies
The anchor holds strong
This journey is overcome
fear braces itself within me so that I am stultified, paralysed
with an overwhelming paradigm of loss and bewilderment
A maze of misconceptions cloud my judgement
and fade my reason into the shadows
Shadows that breathe with the ghosts of past hurts
The staring eyes of past fears light up the dark
ferocious and infinitely cruel
The fangs bite into the flesh of my heart
as lightening sears through the trunk of a tree
Cruelty and hurt laugh together in the dark cellars of remorse
Regret pauses my life in time so that I can replay all that is past
Bewilderment rises around me in a thick fog of shame
I wait
still
quiet
for it will pass
For the strength of forbearance to steady up the shores of my soul
The ship rocks but then steadies
The anchor holds strong
This journey is overcome
( From the collection; Soft foot treads of my soul).
( Thanks to Ben).
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)I love poetry! This is very good. I love dylan thomas...and have modeled the drivel I write somewhat on his eclectic style.Bless; I have never read Dylan Thomas but I will.Was he Irish? I should love to read your poems. where are they?no, Dylan was welsh...he tended to tiple a wee might too much...and died young because of it.
Powerful, powerful, powerful. Makes me want to walk over to the UK and give you a hug. You have a way with words and I am not just saying that. MarijoHug you back, thankyou MJ
Both sad and dazzling ; noir and illuminating
Brings forth a myriad of emotions, among which are sympathy, empathy, sadness and anger- anger at whoever visited such pain on someone as sensitive and sweet as you. I hope you never allow them within your sphere again. Always- Ella
Hi Carol.Great poem! I like how it flows, well-written. The placement of the lines is like an image of a "tree" . Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings expressed in this beautiful poem.Welcome to Searchwarp!Best regards to you and yours,~Nenita~
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