Master Of Solitude | ORIGINAL POEM
Enough to bring out the earthen nature and calm
The silvery tears, the ones on the skin of the heart
The rainbow tears, that see the sunshine through the storm
The tears that are cried beneath yet love renders visible
Tears come in generous streams seek sanctuary and nurture
Those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of the heart
The primitive brain a little of what it craves
In sad times it can discover the once unseen knives
A cloak that cannot simply let fall to the floor, an echo chamber for its pain
The anchor to the feet, the reason it cannot find
Neither suffering nor truly in comfort, an emotional limbo,
The warrior instead of the cosseted, the protector, and not the protected
Taking what was once an inner light and replacing it with a darkness
The fuel of nightmares, the reason of struggle to breathe
The sky holds nothing but the promise of more storms
Becomes cold and empty, a slow poison for the soul
Loneliness hacked at the tenuous emotional connections
An art to surviving it in the best shape possible
The sweetness of doing nothing, nap technique became a thing of beauty
A form of quiet grace when it loves what the inward eye sees
It gives the space to take a square look at the inner demons
The master of solitude will always be good company for others
The longing for the feeling of soft grass beneath naked feet
To leave behind the briny waves and make for the shore
A wonderful soul was born will emerge with butterfly wings
Take on new and exciting adventures that reside in the soul
are you a bookworm maam?
i wish i could write as lovely words as you did here... but I can't di kasi malawak vocabulary ko..
Hi, Sis! Sorry for the late reply. Have not logged in for 2 days, no internet signal. I am not really a bookworm. I just love reading literary arts and those works of Elizabeth Browning and his husband and yes, sometimes I do read romantic novels.