Unfeeling

When I was pushed over the edge, I didn't fall — I rose.

i am unfeeling.

what used to be a heart of gold now beats cold.

all emotions have left me
but i don't feel empty.

i stopped feeling
when all the pain --
tears
heartbreak
shame
fear
screams --
finally pushed me over the

edge

and into the next level.

i stopped feeling
when i stopped caring
about all the things that made me human.

i am unfeeling
-- unlike humans who scream their pain, cry their anguish
-- like the gods who have learned to simply sit and watch,
unfeeling.

i stopped feeling
when i stopped writing
about my heartache and my tears
and started writing
about gods and monsters
and myself.

i am unfeeling
because

i am a god.

Author's Note

I wrote this during class in an attempt to get rid of writer's block, which I've been having for over a month. Once I started this, the words couldn't stopped flowing. Not one of my finest works but I'd still like to know what your thoughts are on it; because while even I, myself, am not that proud of it, it's still a step of progress in getting rid of my creativity block.

Reviews

[Quinn W]

Although I'm not entirely sure how this poem is supposed to be taken, I like it. To me, it means that when you stop or are prevented from doing something you love, you lose a piece of yourself. I really liked the writing and the uncapitalized "i"s add a little more of unfeeling and not caring. Really loved it.

[GalaxyGhost]

Reminds me of the time when I was dealing with depression and I would feel numb and occasionally, nothing. But trials are temporary, no matter how long it takes to fight.