Tabula Rasa
Overwhelmed by a kind-of-nothing
He hasn’t lost his ability to feel,
but the external stimulus of
the excitement or the disappointment
are just scenes of the movie he watches.
Even when tears come out,
it’s like these can’t wet
his cheeks.
When he smiles and laughs,
he can sense the authentic source
and cause inside,
and that’s fulfilling by itself.
He can detect his mind’s confusion
and his chest’s upheaval when happening,
but these don’t act on his behalf;
these can do whatever “they” want.
He is aware and that’s all.
His non-extreme reactions seem
sad and lifeless to some “others”;
they accuse him of disconnection.
He doesn’t accuse them of anything;
He just doubts the unforgiven…
He feels alive and connected.
It looks like he experiences
blankness. He does and he doesn’t.
It’s like tabula rasa, which isn’t exactly blank.
Or, like the book of destiny;
its content has been engraved
on the phenomenally blank pages,
and our action will determine
the way and the rhythm
in which it’ll be fulfilled.
His chest is like a dark, quiet room
full of white smoke.
Could I say it’s empty?
I think he’s just overwhelmed by
something that can’t be imprisoned
in hands or minds, and it doesn’t need
to be named.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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