Breath

There are days when I feel feelings I can not understand, or simply choose not to… things I feel and think which cause me to doubt and hide within the words I create… there are times when I am so tired I wish the world would slow so I could catch up… there are moments in which I feel the weight and fall to my knees…

I write these words with no purpose…

I look not for reason, for reason has led me to hide within these words, hide within my mind…

I look not for company, for all have forgotten to ask or notice… as have I…

I look not for shelter, shelter from the glares and ridicule as they come from the shadows of my expectations…

I look not for sympathy, for who can sympathize for one when there is no reason…

Tears can not flow tonight… the well is empty, yet shallow enough to be full

Thoughts lay silent, yet flow to my heart as I read these words aloud…

These words can hurt, yet they can heal

I sit now and wait… for the words I create to bring a filling breath to my lungs…

the breath I long for. the breath I need

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14 responses to “Breath

  1. “there are times when I am so tired I wish the world would slow so I could catch up… there are moments in which I feel the weight and fall to my knees…”

    You’re not alone Enreal. Sometimes I feel like that too.

    • I hope you can find some peace within this solitude… I feel we find what we need to read, hear, see… simply enough… it is only when we decide to accept the answers that we may release some of the angst… I will never be able to let it all go… but bit by bit… I will rise and fall for eternity

  2. “Tears can not flow tonight… the well is empty, yet shallow enough to be full”

    I especially loved the above line.

    I can relate to this post, I feel the same most of the time.

  3. I feel so close to your words….. but you seem both grateful and resentful for them? They are beautiful and honest and real. Let them be your breath, let them be your sanctuary if that’s what you need. I too feel the weight and the exhaustion…you are never alone xx

  4. this does sound like what I just posted recently, mostly. it’s funny, we can run but we can’t hide from our own emotions and feelings. of course if we did and could, we wouldn’t be poets, would we? so there is a certain inspiration in those things that we don’t always want to face. i would think, that as poets, that makes us stronger than we want to admit, or certainly know.

    • Is that what we are 😉 poets? I am playing with this concept of course… I know that of which you speak, and it is empowering to transfer emotion into words… almost as if we can control some aspect of our being… thank you Charles for your insight

  5. I wish that I could write like this everyday.
    There is a spirit in your words that just slays me.
    Write on, Enreal.
    I am sorry I cannot visit more often.

    Pax,
    M

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