Broken, An Epiphany

I originally wrote this back in 1995. I have revised it some trying to clean it up. All I can say is that I wrote it during a dark time in my life.

 

The day, the beginning of the cycle that erupts into a chain of events occupying a small fraction of the human existence

The night, the end of the beginning in which one finds an odd comfort in the loneliness that succumbs to the darkness of being

To be, what does it really mean? To live, exist? To live in the day after day of hollow hopes and broken dreams that reality never reveals to have any true meaning, rhyme, or reason. Each day spent in the same way never changing, never faltering. To always hope to find love, live life, and the pursuit of a possible happiness. What is true happiness? Does one ever experience this feeling of pure euphoric bliss? Does one ever have the satisfaction of life being smooth with some form of direction and sense of self worth? To feel needed, wanted, secure as you except who you are, what you are about, and what you will or are destined to become. Still I wait, broken, wanting to be whole again.

Author's Note

Hope you like it. It's old but it is very dear to me.

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

We live life full of questions, essentially alone until we find our reason for being, even if we are in a relationship. We don't find love until we love ourself. Euporic bliss is relative to a flower's bloom, a bee's spreading pollen, or a simple pleasure, eating ice cream, maybe? We have died when we cease to ask questions about existence, our place in it, about love, and the why of it all. Nicely written, highly evocative.

[Samuel Dickens]

I guess by now you can answer some of the questions you asked back then. I can relate, having had one of those dark periods too, probably caused by something very similar to the cause of yours, I'd imagine. It's good to keep these old scribblings and look at them from time to time, I think. Thanks for sharing.

[Voice]

I can still feel the emotion you put into this piece 14 years later. We both know pain but we also have both discovered the light and it's a beautiful thing. And we also know there is one person that has known true bliss...Mr. perfect childhood yes your husband :) tell him I said hi and know I'm always here if you need anything...

Voice

[Matt T. Schott]

Old poems are good. They show us were we've been.
I like this poem. It is a sad poem asking what is the meaning of my life.
I would say the base of the poem is you living in "The Night". Each word is inportant and it flows.
That was written in 95. Your thoughts on what "The Day" stands for might have change since then.
If I were King or rich, and I'm not eather, I would comission a poem, a similar poem with "The Day" getting equal time.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

very enlightening write... I think true happiness lies within all of us when you are happy with the person you are at the end of the day and focus on what is important like love, family and friends and not material things... a great expression of what we all struggle with.

[54321]

this is very contemplative. i like it. is reminds me of prose poetry. I like the beginning where you looks at the opposites of the day and of the night. Then comes the big question... so what does it all mean? I think i've been here before broken waiting. sometmes you have to make the miracles you want in your life. hope things are going well for you now... (you said the poem was older) but bonne chance! (good luck en francais) :)

-Raindrop