It Takes Time

doubt has taken me --

reached around my waist

            with rough hands,

and submerged my confidence

like an unattended buoy,

            lost at sea

 

 breathe

 

smooth pebbles rattle

inside of my head,

            finding no footing,

as I see the lip of Hades

looming like nightfall

on the edge of my horizon

 

stop

 

I pour a desert from my shoes,

            because

I have walked these shores

two thousand times before,

            and yet

my head tells me - keep searching -

when all I want is to feel again

 

 remember

 

the moon is filled to the brim

            with prayers,

waiting in line to be answered

- my turn will come if I hold the course -

            steady hands

make for a sturdy heart

Reviews

[Patrick]

Powerful, emotive and wonderful

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much!

[Troy Henson]

A superb depiction here of inner turmoil, possible frusturation and depression. I felt you were on a journey in this one. Trying to find yourself whilst along the way picking up baggage. The emtying of the sand is a metaphor I believe.....that heavy feeling that you need to get rid of to move on and try, try again.

Regards

Troy

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You nailed the "inner turmoil" feeling in this one...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Troy. Means a lot to me!

[Troy Henson]

Anytime Sarah. :)

[Ken Simm.]

I felt so much wonder at this Sarah. The episodic pictures that flowed togther to make a landscape of sad memories and things that have happened

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Ken!

[Horizon K.]

I do love this... The images you plant with buoys lost at sea, pebbles in my head, pouring a desert from shoes... Incredible. And this so speaks to me... The acknowledgement of being lost, hopeless... And the attempt to talk yourself, write yourself out of these feelings... I am right now, in this very same place... Thank you Sarah.
Horizon

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much my friend...humbled :)

[Kleio13]

Never give up on love, i guess.
A sturdy read itself

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Or TRY not to give up... :)

[Brett Pritchard]

I took this to be about self doubt and depression and how it can sometimes make us feel that the road we are walking us either the wrong one, or pointless...
Its something people like you and I have to struggle with regularly, and it isn't easy..
You capture it here very well I indeed.

But then you take a moment. You empty your shoe of all that sand (your self doubt) and you push on.
Because you have to...

BP

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, my friend. It comes and it goes, but there is always time to empty your shoes and keep moving forward.

[Pryde Foltz]

I pour a desert from my shoes,
because
I have walked these shores
two thousand times before,
and yet
my head tells me - keep searching -

Loved this imagery here. Very nice. One can only hope your wishes will be answered and you will find what you are looking for.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Pryde!

[Clockwork]

The way you use those short one word lines in this piece is masterful. Each of those little lines carries so much weight and sets up the next idea in the poem in such an exquisite way. The last two stanzas are my favorite part in this one. The metaphor of the moon is great, and so is the idea of steadily waiting..."Steady hands make for a sturdy heart"...great line!

Also, I like how you personify doubt in this poem. You give it a physical force capable of moving the speaker of this piece (Great simile to describe what that is like in the first stanza).

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Christian...I truly appreciate your words. You really read into this one and took your time; I appreciate it!

[Clara]

Patience is indeed a virtue, one in which I lack (haha).
I loved how the words ebb and flow with each stanza as we gain some insight into your thoughts and daily life. Well-penned, my friend. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I lack it as well, most of the time...thank you so much, Lola!

[Aethereal]

This beautifully composed poem reminds me of a quote from Shakespeare’s play Measure for Measure; Act 1. Scene 4:

“Our doubts are traitors , and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.” And so we bravely attempt against all odds as we must. "How high the Moon?"

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Aaahh...perhaps I did remember something subconciously from all those classes I took on Shakespeare in college...haha Thank you, my friend.