Some part of me is empty
Barren
I have far too much space
for the thoughts to uncontrollably invade.
Night time is the worse of times
And daytime silence is unbearably quiet
To be reminded
of a young love not requited.
Waves of fire wash over me
As I dream the dream
of the maternal love that comforted me
Here I am
Vikings to the left of me
Fog to the front
Water beneath us
Clear sky above
Steering forward to the unknown
With my past lives embarked on my ship
And what followed behind was your empty crib.
Here I am on this journey,
in this space.
I have my moments but I’m not ok.
well done! I cannot pick a single line that rises above the rest, because they are either powerful or beautiful or supporting those wonderful, beautiful* parts of the story. (*even pain can be beautiful if it teaches understanding; especially beautiful because it is written as proof you have survived.)
Jessica,
I enjoyed the openness of this poem. You bared your soul while creating imagery which is what I love in a well-written poem. Great job and keep writing my friend!
This was a well written poem I think. The descriptions let me see what you are talking about. And I can connect to the emotions you are sharing.