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a poem - Brittany - 01-20-2010 Well, there doesn't seem to be anywhere on this site specifically dedicated to creative works, so I guess I should post this here. I've really needed to get out some of my feelings lately and they finally came out in this poem. I thought it would be a good way to share, both my feelings and my creative urges. Today I walk a field of roses, and their beauty wraps around me, but my eyes are on the thorns as all these memories surround me. Should I take one in my hand, close my fist around the stem and feel the blood go streaming down, all while I bask in thankfulness? I love the sun upon my face, yet still I’m longing for the moon. Why when all I feel is love am I so drawn to dark and doom? How can I claim to have compassion, while so deep within my soul I still crave the pain and silence, why do these things make me whole? I’d like to throw it all away and just surrender to the light, but how could I forget myself when in my soul there lies the night? Is there a way to cross these paths? Is there a chance that they’re the same? And can this dark unsightly knowledge still produce a heartfelt gain? Can I twist my own distortions, can I make them a service, too? Is there a way to still be me when I can see myself in you? Is it right to just forget, yet I don’t want to be consumed... Is there a harmony in chaos as I feel my spirit swoon? Now I stand naked at the doorway before things I don’t understand and I pray as I reach out that I’ll feel someone take my hand. I can’t make a claim on wisdom, but I’m calling on my knees for a way to mend these wounds and give the greatest gift- to Be. RE: a poem - Aaron - 01-20-2010 It's good to ask questions! It helps determine where you're going. I like the poem. It shows your heart and says a lot. I can see in the writing those dark and light thoughts weaving together, producing a picture of who you are right now. I also like how the first and last lines can be put together, enveloping the rest like a silent and momentary thought occurring as you stand in that field. |