I have been on a journey
Slowly making my way through a field of thorns.
Inflicted, I’ve been a victim of a history of pain and unrequited love.
Again still I journey, in hopes that I’d find a rest point.
A cessation of the maddening ringing in my ears.
A saving, in need of a saving.
I’ve stumbled and fell into the arms of souls with no interest in my scars.
Beautiful. I found them beautiful
But with beauty comes pain. More pain.
Still I journeyed on, eyes tired from crying. Chest hollow and frosty. Legs weak from falling.
Now I found myself at the edge of it all. The end of the road.
Downward was the way. I didn’t mind
Falling was all I could do. Into deeper levels of depression, harsher zones of hurt.
So I didn’t even jump, I slipped off the edge and fell again. Oh well, the ride.
Prepared for another thumping awakening. But still I floated. As if upwards
The air smelled differently, almost sweet.
Soft lush hair flowed over my face
Soft hands softly held me in place,
and a voice whispered.
It’s time to fly, Icarus.
I’m a writer when I’m not busy with engineering stuff, I have an unhealthy love for Fanta and dodo even up to combining them, I talk as quickly as I think and I think the garden of Eden was in Black and white
7 Comments
Beautiful ❤
Such a captivating piece.
All this talent in one person
This gave me goosebumps, really well crafted! It made me sad in the first place until the sudden change in the downward spiral of this piece. It made me smile 🙂
Jamie is just a wonderful writer
This is really amazing
I loved it
Aww I had to come back to this and it’s really a beautiful rendition of love and pain as experienced by the persona who’s no different from us, the readers. That I could relate easily with the persona’s dilemma is an attestation to the obvious, that the poet has indeed mastered his craft to finesse for it takes a great wordsmith to make the reader walk in the shoes of the persona. Well done bard, sing on we are listening.