Water of life~

For all who know the heartache of ungrateful children~

Falling into my ever-deepening abyss

I can not see clearly

The little faces that launched my heart

Into the heavens

The place that is finally taking hold of remnants

Left in the shallows by grace

My eyes fill with the water of life...salty...pure

And as the sun rises over my horizon

I see no light, no gateway of freedom

Only the chains that bind my soul to theirs...

Tight and restraining they reel me in

Through the eye of a burning needle

God in his ultimate wisdom knows my struggle

He sees a heart breaking for no reason

And he is angry...but I'm not sure with whom...

My mind...so filled with endearment...is cloudy

Letting go is my testament

To all I ever held dear

No more will I run outside of my cocoon

I will instead embrace the warmth it offers

Where thoughts of you are still fresh...clean

And I can dream the light with abandon...

Surrendering to cold reality

It is too difficult to love

Too painful to be under its influence

Merciless hatred

That threatens to chew me up

Spit me out and leave me weeping

Has arrived...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good craft of great poetry...Bravo.......................

[wordman]

this is a beautiful write out crusing today ran across this

[Coyote Poetry]

"It is too difficult to love
Too painful to be under its influence
Merciless hatred
That threatens to chew me up
Spit me out and leave me weeping"
I wander for 10 years with the above thoughts. I got lucky and met a woman with three children who needed a strong person to support. Gave me reasons to be alive. I don't know. I believe we over-rate the need for certain kind of love. Love grow like a tree. Expand and multiply to new places and emotion. Today walk with two Grand boys. I have become a better Grandpa than father. Lesson learn with old age. I loved the poem. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Has arrived...

[Helen Woodward]

Thank you so much my friend :)

[Wolfwind]

I'll be honest. I think this is a marvelously crafted poem! But I don't see how it connects to ungrateful children... Perhaps a bit...in the last stanza do I get a feeling that might reflect both frustration and pain of such a child... but even there...it really open to interpretation.

I think overall I really enjoyed the smooth flowing nature of the piece. It read like a river with it's own natural curves and eddies. It focuses on certain turns in the river more than others when it's speaking about something more important to the poet, such as their connection to God and the like.

I would have to say that it was a nice piece. Its got emotions but they are smooth and come across more like wisps of thoughts and musings than direct colors. Not a harsh piece, more reflective. I shall give it a two thumbs up! =)

Great ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Helen Woodward]

Thanks a bunch Wolfie. I guess you don't have ungrateful children? If you did I think this would have hit home...maybe not, but you are right there is a faith element running through it. Their little faces haunt me as they are not little faces any longer. Hope that puts a light on its meaning :) Thanks again for your kind words, as always it is a pleasure to have you comment on my work.
Cheers
Helen xx