If I could tear out my soul
and hand it to you on a silver platter,
maybe you would understand the depth of my pain.
In a world of endless identities,
I am an endless mystery.
I do not cling to a definition nor want to spend my life
questioning who I am when I can just be.
Sometimes, all it takes is a short moment
of immersing ourselves in the suns warmth
and listening to the coos of mourning doves
to feel alive again.
Maybe this part of my journey
is not about filling
the dark, growing abyss in my chest
but to find hope and comfort in the vacancy.
When I go through drastic changes in life,
I wonder if death is a better option
than experiencing the uncomfortableness.
But is that what life wants from me?
Do I have a purpose to fulfill?
Am I meaningless?
Like seasons, I change.
From growth to decay,
I know what to expect when expected.
But when there is uncertainty
like snow or storms,
I stay inside and hide
because I'd much rather run away
than absorb the rain through my skin
or let the snow fall gently onto the tip of my nose.
What a bizarre way of thinking.
“When one chapter closes, another one opens.”
But is that really how life works?
A new chapter would require a plan;
it would require the main character to have some preparations.
But what if they don’t?
What if they don’t have the rest of their life set in stone?
I would like to think that maybe
there is a quiet, liminal space between chapters
where the character is still,
for an unprepared character
who sits with the eeriness of uncertainty
is a character who does not worry about the future.
You will figure everything out; you always do.
But even if you don’t, then maybe you’re not mean to, and that’s okay.
Some things in life are out of our control.
So, all we can do is release our worries and let things be.
It was that night
her eyes filled with tears and her soul grew tired.
She couldn’t understand why she felt the way she did,
but maybe, just maybe,
the aches and pains of loneliness and gloom
had finally caught up and consumed her.
There’s a part of me that wants to disappear
and never come back
and start a new life.
But no matter how fast I run or how far I go,
I’m still the same soul,
living in the same vessel,
dwelling on the same idea
over and over again.
Where do I go from here?
I thought losing you once was enough heartache for a lifetime.
But some mornings, you appear in my dreams,
and as the alarm clock rings,
I realize that I have lost you all over again.
Even when I want to escape the overwhelming life around me,
my mind still holds me hostage.
And one day,
I left my youthful spirit at the playground, never to return.
But deep down,
I hope my departure went unnoticed;
I hope that little girl is still running around and smiling.
I can’t remember the last time I watched
the clouds morph into different shapes and the sun paint the sky.
But often, I monitor rain storms, staring at each falling droplet
and listening to the subtle rumbles of thunder.
Maybe I am paying attention to the wrong things.
The truth is,
I must constantly remind myself that there is more to life
than what I have experienced, or else I may lose myself
dwelling on where I am and what I could be.
Secretly, I used to make excuses
for not reaching my goals,
for not taking risks,
for not changing my life.
But in reality, the only thing that has been holding me back,
for as long as I can remember,
is myself, my fear.
It eventually becomes exhausting to be the therapist in everyone’s life
because, at the end of the day, once they leave their problems with you,
you are left with the world on your shoulders
and a heaviness in your heart.
But the issues of others do not weigh me down.
In fact, it is the silence experienced afterward that makes me blue,
knowing no one will ever comfort me the way I comfort others.
When you avoid confronting the past long enough,
it will eventually come back to haunt you.
Memories may suddenly come flooding back, depriving you of vision.
On the other hand, familiar sounds and smells
may make quick, nostalgic appearances,
forever reminding you of what was.
I wonder,
is it better to sink into a sea of grief,
to deal with the past all at once,
or receive little signs from time-to-time of what you miss the most?
About the Creator
Kristina
Hello! I'm Kristina or @quietvisualmind. I'm a published poet, writer, and self-taught artist. I also hold a BA in English with an Emphasis in Professional Writing. Welcome to my mind!
Comments (2)
So emotive.. what a beautifully vulnerable and poetic piece. It always saddens me when I see such beautiful writing is so unseen! I hope it finds its audience ❤️
Lovely poem and photos! Thanks for sharing.