Friday, August 14, 2009

The End of Blog Silence

Ok, it's time for me to climb back onto my blog-box! I have been struggling, writing, healing, and not blogging... but having the pain lift is giving me a chance to pull myself together, and share some poems. This poem is about the pain, written in the early spring of 2008.

There is a great stone
inside me
I pound against it
with a surge of rage-
and hate
breakers of will
foam, and draw back
dissolving into myself
that which I despise
becoming hard:
And how do you strike that stone?

You choose
between the holy and common,
light and darkness
draw water from stone
His voice echoes,
almost lost to me
My heart throbs, bleeds, curses, hides
-I want to be drawn near
but am poisoned-
And I find it hard to choose,
control, mind
I remain, for now


Anna said...

Becoming hard...and before you know it, that hardness can take over. If you try to lift that stone or push it aside, the dam breaks. So to be hard can sometimes mean to survive, blackly, harshly, but survive. On the other side of the stone though, the water gently can erode that hardness. It can take so long, and be so painful, but eventually, that gentlness cna eat away the hardness.

Anonymous said...

It was certainly interesting for me to read the article. Thanx for it. I like such themes and anything that is connected to them. BTW, why don't you change design :).