The Rescue

I know what the allure is

Of the crystal clear depths

Everything is still

But the heart beneath my breast

 

This feels like a refuge

From the chaos in my ears

I can listen to the silence

Tell the silence all my fears

 

So gently I’m descending

It’s cool and quiet here

I don’t have to explain myself

In happiness nor tears

 

But the words begin to weight me

Like lead inside my chest

For the silence isn’t listening

To anything I’ve said

 

Many fathoms deep below

The land where I left off

I was just under the surface

But I’m sinking like a rock

 

I look up the rope I followed down

At rays of light above

And wonder how I’ve slipped

So far away from you my love

 

It’s becoming dark now

I’m feeling quite alone

The silence lost its comfort

And I’m longing to come home

 

Will you swim down and help me?

You could hold on to my rope

I think I left it tethered

To a signpost labelled ‘Hope’

 

Maybe if I pass you

A couple of these words

Even a few sentences

Would lighten up my load

 

Please don’t feel you have to keep them

Once we have reached the top

Simply hear and then return them

By then I’ll be afloat

Author's Note

A poem about the power of being heard without judgement.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful use of words and thoughts. Sometime we forget to listen, to pay attention.
"Please don’t feel you have to keep them
Once we have reached the top
Simply hear and then return them
By then I’ll be afloat"
I liked the ending. You left the reader with something to think about. Thank you Elle for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Adam Latham]

That's a cracking poem, Elle, it really is...I love it! It is such a well written piece.

Will you swim down and help me?
You could hold on to my rope
I think I left it tethered
To a signpost labelled ‘Hope’

Love it! :)

[Surpassthelines]

That was really deep. You seem to speak from a place you call your own where nothing is felt not even a throne. As you look down all the mess is to be. People casting stones never greatness to be seen. You hope that one comes to venture before they arise. I know the judgments that are held before there eyes.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was excellent and powerful work. When it began I was completely engulfed in the literal translation and then it made a smooth transition into a beautiful and longing metaphor. You carried off the entirety with ease and grace. Very good writing here!

[danielle.]

Thank you!!

[barleygirl]

One of the best poems I've read here lately! I love it. As a fan of rhyme & rhythm, yours is tight but not distracting from the powerful message. Your explanations are amazingly well-stated with sensations we've all felt, but never even thought about until we read it here. Great metaphors, such as the rope and being tethered and then being afloat. Such imagery is perfect for the message (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

[danielle.]

Thank you Margie. It’s weird, you’d think thoughts would get lost in rhymes, but that is where I find mine make the most sense xoxx

[.]

Drowning in silence is something many can relate to. We often long for silence and the peace that it brings but after a while the silence becomes a world of loneliness in itself and at those times we do long to return to the noise and chaos of sound from whence we came.

Sometimes silence also does exist in a bubble around ourselves even when noise and chaotic sound is in existence. And the silence of being ignored and heard without prejudice can be the loneliest place of all.

Deep thoughts expressed in this one, 'elle, in short, crisp stanza form. If the silence takes hold, be sure to shout and become one with the noise. Then you will be heard. Fine work.

[Ghost]

What a touching poem of sadness and of trying to hang onto hope.. In love it is my belief partners need to listen and hear the other without judgement and thought of fixing each other... Thank you for sharing