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.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Neva, This was simply wonderful! Such a reality hit for me and I'm sure others! FAVE!!

[MOON]

Indeed where do our feet and our passions take us , sometimes we are led to places that haunt our minds forever. great write as usual Neva. Every line so beautifully crafted and the message so poignant.

[Kes]

and if anyone knows of their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.

Wowee. I love the whole poem, but those few lines captivate me. Actually, so do the 3 that come before them.
Delicately penned and beautifully expressed.
Keep up the hard work!
K

[EMMIE]

Beautiful! Perfection!

[Leigh]

Your writing has a beautiful way of expressing how you feel, from bordering on madness to the very heights of perception, you have painted your picture well.

[rivers]

Hearing the voices within the screaming wind can be emotionally daunting However listening to the voice of your beautiful soul tells me you know there is guidance within you no matter how difficult the memories are of what is found in the mirror... Someday s we have to walk barefoot on rocky ground and through puddles to get where we need to go...

[Ed Hart]

if we made meaningful comments around here, i mights say that 'stitches' don't come 'unglued', even if you have a poetic license...however, the general flow of your words, even when you give voice to how incredibly awesome life is, is poetic indeed

[Wondering Mind]

such remorse, such excellent expression.

[emmajoy]

A beautiful sadness of words, yet again. This poem seeps from each and all your senses and seems to hold you in a vice-like grip .. those last few lines are just .. so wretched in feeling, not in language, i hasten to add. .

Dear friend, so wish i could sprinkle happy dust around your spirit.

[Layla J Omorose]

Regret, sorrow, and loss are all beautifully written and expressed within this poem. Another great write.