Yearning For Solace.
A life of disconnected moments.
I hear noises, laughter, arguments, discussions, even gossips.
What goes on inside of me; I can’t seem to hear.
My attention is all divided; roaming like ripples on a riverbed.
An indescribable feeling welling up inside of me.
Is it hunger, anger, laughter, sadness or happiness?
This feeling I seem not to get but the pain I can’t forget!
A pain I’ve known for years, seeming like my best friend.
My solitude in times of silence; not loneliness.
My craziness in happy moments; not alacrity.
My loss of blood seeping like it’s from a one-inch cut.
My tenacity; trying to keep a straight face and pain’s unbearable.
My jittery feeling on the inside, shivers that come even in summer.
My encyclopedia of ‘HURT’ whose remedy I can’t decipher.
What’s wrong? I know not but this I know:
It’s not home.
The shivers of winter being transferred to summer!
It’s not home.
The ceaseless chatterbox I’m so engrossed in!
It’s not home.
The empty bed that welcomes me to give temporal comfort!
It’s not home.
Home I believe; My long boring nights of freedom.
Short stormy moments of bliss.
Clueless drops of sauce on my seat.
Sleeveless cuds of gray on my teat.
About the Creator
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I'm the cauldron and my words are the herbs. My thoughts being the furnace on which my potions are refined. Journey with me as I continually refine elixirs to help you cultivate.
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming2 days ago in BookClub
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