no man’s land

in the mourning light

what are we,

that those sounds lure us

winter banishes summers glow

icy waters reflect what we hide

there clouds float freely

but the darkness won’t relent

while humble hands hunger

why is the predator in your bed?

 

no man stands alone

you’re no different

and i am the same

but maybe you were something

when i was just a nothing

 

in the mourning light

what are we,

that those sounds hold us

happiness came despite me

but every story has an end

still i must keep moving

fighting against commoners norms

the road grows longer still

why is the fool in your bed?

 

and as it stands

 

i don’t want to need permission

i don’t want to seek your presence

if i had the strength to break you

would you die with decency?

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

oh Mia, you write so inteligently and with such honesty, toward one's self..

the property of our being belongs to no other does it

sometimes nothing is better than something

bravo!

[Mia]

Thank you Antonio, you are too kind!

[Maskedthoughts]

I really like he imagery in this poem!

[Mia]

Thank you...I'm glad for that!

[Lydia Shutter]

Mia, this is a poem of empowerment and strength. I think we have to realize we are at a low point in our lives in order to find the strength to move forward. Great imagery in this one. I liked it. lydi**

[Mia]

Those low points are when we realise just how resilient we are, I think.
Thanks so much Lydi…lovely to meet you :)

[Chris]

Here it's morning... I've coffee and thoughts. You've opened a window and caught a breath... I can hear a "voice" coming out of the noise.

"Good morning."

[Mia]

Less noise as the days go on...more clarity in the "voice"...one hopes anyways
Good morning Chris!

[Chris]

The "noise" is the ever present background's rumble - meaningless and indistinct... the "voice" is a person... being heard.

[Pax]

i don’t want to need permission

i don’t want to seek your presence

if i had the strength to break you

would you die with decency?

~ I feel like this is a confrontation, at very first point of our lives we always starts at nothing, but as you grow, you are never alone, though you feel it - no man is an island - so they say... i guess in the end of this piece you were going strong as your words are pulled with power...

very nice Mia, I like this, very much!

[Mia]

No man is an island indeed dear friend...it’s only our demons that would have us believe that. But our demons don't know the truth and we are capable of so much, we are more powerful than we know!
Thank you dear friend, I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Pax]

you're always welcome, my friend...

[Dye]

It sounds as if some one has reached their lowest point and sees the light in a sense or is trying to at least. Strong piece that is very well penned. I am happy I came by.

[Mia]

I wrote this one on behalf of someone. A friend of mine recently lost her father to suicide and it has broken her in ways I never knew possible. Everyone is rushing her to move on because they’re afraid for her and I think its okay for her to be broken, she needs to suffer and feel the pain…not bottle it, not cover it up. Because when she’s hit rock bottom the light is all she will see. All people should do is love her and make laugh and hope that that can somehow be a solace for her. It did diverge a little but that was what was on my heart when I wrote it. Thank you for the visit, I too am happy you came by!

[Dye]

You are welcome. I agree, nothing wrong with being broken, it's part of the process.

[Riding the Rainbow]

Very powerful piece..
I felt it:)
Well done

[Mia]

Thank you...I appreciate the read and the kind review!

[Dr. Wood ?]

Well put Mia........Sometimes it takes a push in order that you find your feet

[Mia]

Thanks Doc! Or sometimes you need to hit rock bottom...no where to go but up!

[Dr. Wood ?]

DOWN..is not an option....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so good to read you again, my friend.

i find much strength in this write...at one time maybe i needed you, or thought i did because i was nothing and you were something...at least that was how i felt then...now i realize i have plenty of self-worth and i am strong on my own...and i don't need you to make me feel okay about me...i don't want your permission to be okay with myself...so you can just skedaddle.

really like this piece.

[Mia]

Thank you Jacob...I'm always glad to see you've been around

[Tegon Maus]

Hi Mia... nice to hear from you again. A very nice poem, as usaual. Hope all is good for you

[Mia]

Thanks Tegon!