Afraid
I never knew how much it meant
until of course
the thought entered my mind
that it may become no more.
Then, the lump in my throat takes over
pressured between heart and mind
the spirit battered and bruised
as one struggles to maintain footing
in the world of now
and the other, screams in defeat
ready to throw in the towel
the pain, physically, too much to bear.
I have never known fear like this.
Bombarded by memories
all the trials, all the wars
the taste of victory, the agony of defeat
bile now, at the back of my throat.
Where did you go when they fixed you?
What stories to you have to share
now that you're back up to temperature.
The jargon, the lingo, boiling down
to the fact, that for those few hours
we had lost you. Their warnings
failed to mention just how far you had to go
to bring you back.
I have never known fear like this.
Just a taste of my travels the past few days. It's been a hard row to hoe but we're getting through it. As always, I run to dVerse and OpenLinkNight to share...thank you all for all you do and a big thank you to our host Joe Hesch. I'll do my best to get round, but know you are all appreciated.
until of course
the thought entered my mind
that it may become no more.
Then, the lump in my throat takes over
pressured between heart and mind
the spirit battered and bruised
as one struggles to maintain footing
in the world of now
and the other, screams in defeat
ready to throw in the towel
the pain, physically, too much to bear.
I have never known fear like this.
Bombarded by memories
all the trials, all the wars
the taste of victory, the agony of defeat
bile now, at the back of my throat.
Where did you go when they fixed you?
What stories to you have to share
now that you're back up to temperature.
The jargon, the lingo, boiling down
to the fact, that for those few hours
we had lost you. Their warnings
failed to mention just how far you had to go
to bring you back.
I have never known fear like this.
Just a taste of my travels the past few days. It's been a hard row to hoe but we're getting through it. As always, I run to dVerse and OpenLinkNight to share...thank you all for all you do and a big thank you to our host Joe Hesch. I'll do my best to get round, but know you are all appreciated.
Comments
I love the raw honesty, the pouring out of your real emotions in this, Tash.
another wonderful poem
nice write poet
" the spirit battered and bruised
as one struggles to maintain footing in the world of now"
Amazing!
Take gentle care Natasha!
Roger
I've known this place all too well and it is battering to the spirit and it forces you to be in the now, but it is so hard to keep your balance there. Your words say it better and they will help you keep your footing.
Take care of yourself. That's hard, I know, but so necessary.
Blessings.
Be strong. Lovely, heart-felt prose.
hard times makes us look deep into the darkness sometimes, sending hugs to you.
well fear is like void created between the mind and heart ..and sometime loose the connect , though its a chemical process on the scientific part.
But don't worry everything will be ..fine with all fears vanishes ..away .. :) so keep smiling ..to keep them at bay. take care.
This is poetry
Raw emotion and evidence of our humanity.
Great poem and great raw depth!
~L
Is about be honest with our feeling, sorry by my english is my second languaje, xx
♥
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
The combination of the previous quote and the lines quoted below makes me think this is about a spiritual battle.
"the spirit battered and bruised
as one struggles to maintain footing
in the world of now"
"now that you're back up to temperature"
I think someone let their "temp" drop, being lukewarm or cold and felt the great chasm between him/her and God. During these times, I think we are the most "ourselves," our natural, original selves. So when you ask "where did you go when they fixed you," I picture a person returning to the church, to a more spiritually centered existence. In this case, part of the person may seem to have disappeared ... thus the question, "Where did you go?"
Or maybe not. :)
~Shawna
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