When the Stitches of Life Come Unglued

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

Reviews

[Mark]

"I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart."

Sometimes I have a chaos inside me, overwhelmed, emotions screaming for some release or purpose... a fascination with the darkness and wild entropy

This poem speaks to me of those times.

[S. Michael Long]

Yeah.. could not have said it any better (: every time i read one of yours, I feel the urge to write one on the same emotional line that you write on.. you are an inspirational writer (: -s

[?]

I can relate to this so much....
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

And then there is this stanza...
I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of my life
come unglued.

and oh my goodness...are you sure we are not twins? lol I have had feelings and thoughts lately along this same line...this is such deep thoughts and touches my very soul...Beautiful

[ba_mcfarlane]

sublime in its reflection.

[ba_mcfarlane]

I've been leafing through your gathering of inspiring pieces.
When it comes to the telling, and the listening, we really have only words. How is it that you choose exactly the ones, place them gently in the one place they belong? Make your inner secret self open to being painted for all to see? Painted in your words. I love your work. Good is good, but yours is sweet.
TC Brian

[Coyote Poetry]

"I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run "
Such beauty in this poem. I like the question raised by strong statements. Most of us look back and wonder did we do Okay? I like the closing statement to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Kaya]

This is so beautiful. So honestly written, yet so eloquent and deeply touching. I related to it so strongly and it was such a pleasure to read. As always when i read your work, this was fantastic.

[...]

This was deeply soulful and well thought! I loved it :)

[Pratik]

It is a very deep, moving poem.... there are times in our lives when we do look deep inside and dissect our pains and old memories... they take back to the long lost world we left behind....its engrossing! i loved it :)

[Tarry Franck]

Just pure emotion and perfection.

[Danielle]

So insightful and lovely!

[Kevin Anthony]

Regret, aye... We've all been there.
I enjoyed this, as I have all of your poetry.