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My Healing - Sharing My Journey Through My Poetry

trucklifefamilyPosted for Everyone to comment on, 5 years ago3 min read

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"My Healing"


What thought is this?
that swims in time,
with all these emotions
that rise and climb,
out of the doorway
of my mind
and leave me
trailing far behind.

What cause have I
to feel this way,
me who gets
to greet each day
to sample life
with every breath
to place my hands
on that which connects.
And Where am I now
if not in the present,
even if the past tries
to guide all essence
of thoughts that form
and seek to command
this ever growing
sense of demand.
But undisturbed patches
lie in wait
I have yet to test
this idea of faith.
My voice has grown,
it's forged it's way,
I no longer let
the others play.
Time goes by
the clock still turns
Do I continue
or seek more and learn.
I could stop
and lay down roots
branch out and allow
myself to make shoots.
But movement keeps
my idle hands
from opening wounds
that still seek and demand.
So I continue on my merry dance
I create new worlds with just a glance.
And so what if time
did stop for me,
Would I be like those
who watch but never see.
Us and Them
Me and you
I seek to find this unity
this thing I hear called Community
Away from false ideas that twist our words
that march us onwards as if in herds.
What happens when I drop this pen
Do I return back to the beginning again.
What happens If I fail to see
the way in which I Chose to be,
Has carved my way and caused my life
to sail towards my idiosyncrasy.
Sometimes I am confused
by what comes out,
as if I ever had a doubt
in the power that lies in words I spin,
that in taking part one never wins.
The walking blind are still not in sync,
yet never would they pause to think,
that what they reap is what they have sown,
that all this destruction is their own.
The night draws in
and shadows form,
this fleeting thought
is now the norm,
Yet flickering lights
confuse my senses
by letting go
the darkness cleanses.
This journey now
that leads me far
that guides my healing
that diminishes my scars,
no longer screams
to slow me down,
I've found my pace
I no longer drown,
in memories that
hold on to me,
my journey now
it sets me free.



The Photo is mine.



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