soul remedy

So many fears paralyzing my humanity into hedge stones
 
Standing atop mountains that grasp the horizons of opportunity
 
Breezing through me like sand falling from my fingers...grains of plans, jobs, the family slipping away 

These vicious cycles that have me frozen till this day


                     Gazing in the mirror...

                                 who        
                                                        what

                                                                                 where

                                                              when
                                                                             &
                                                                                                              why am I?
                      I've become a product of my past but will I let it dictate whether this love will even last?
                           Will I let the sorrows, woes, and lows drown me in my clean slated tomorrows?

Sometimes I feel like a cat in a tree
 
stuck so high up but feeling low on the contrary
 
Stricken by bolts of the mental flu

A sickness Nyquil could never undo

                                   When everything is bitter
                               my voice seems to be the only soul calling
                                    to pull me out of this darkness falling

                                      My inner voice called upon by a deeper one,
          a shapeless one, who only concern
                                     is manifesting pure love amongst everyone
                              
                               My heart became a chisel,
                            chipping away rusty pasts
                              forming new curves that foster
                                smiles and long lasting laughs 

                                    This is my new remedy
  although it's quite new to me
     But if I don't get used to this now,
    I'll be howling restlessly
   with the rest of the world's insanity

                                               
                 

Reviews

[Trace]

Very interesting poem, somewhat random usage of fonts and sizes, and varying margin, but interesting.

Trace

[Nebunova]

thank you for taking interest Trace (:

[Sami Khalil]

" When everything is bitter
my voice seems to be the only soul calling
to pull me out of this darkness falling "

[Nebunova]

that's right :)

[Sami Khalil]

:)..........................

[A. Amos]

Never thought will come across such a strong poetry, I have no words to explain the effects of your writing. Just like a beautiful dream world, full of spells.

[Nebunova]

truly appreciate the kind words . thank you a.Amos :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A powerful piece with a dynamic philosophy and vivid imagery and blazing passion and emotion. Marvelously done!

[Nebunova]

thanks so much gleb!

[kublakhan27]

An incredibly vivid mix of styles and sentiments...powerful and achingly beautiful.

[Nebunova]

I appreciate the generous and kind words :) thank you

[kublakhan27]

You've very welcome :)

[Mark]

I don't think I've ever read a poem that really hit me where I live as much as this one does. Determination to find my idea of happiness, and the fear, and sometime despair, that come with it. You've penned my deepest wishes as well as my fears.

[Nebunova]

wow. it honestly means a lot to me knowing that I've touched someone so deeply the way this did to you. thank you for sharing your sentiments on my writing Mark. have a wonderful evening :)

[bobc]

N...not much to add to all the comments here other than to ask why the font changes and why the odd structure to the piece. Just wondering...bobc

[Nebunova]

the font enlarges when I ask myself the five Ws because these are significant questions to ask thyself. it was a moment of introspection mixed with confusion and a stampeed of thoughts which is also why they are all scattered, same goes with the ending. i feel like feeling lost and a bit uncertain or "scattered" is part of the journey of discovering your true self.

[Einstein Noodle]

you tackle two very difficult human conditions; fear and the past ... paralyzed by either one if we choose ... lines that also speak to me:
"My heart became a chisel,
chipping away rusty pasts"
and;
"Stricken by bolts of the mental flu

A sickness Nyquil could never undo" ... especially these two ... :) lots of good stuff here Nebby!
E.

[Nebunova]

aww, I highly appreciate the compliment Einstein. your review analyzes perfectly what I was going for. thank you so much !

[Baby Ricochet]

"my heart became a chisel" good line. Tighten this up and it could be genius.

[Nebunova]

thanks for the tip Baby (:

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

This is a quite truthful piece and does a great job at highlighting how difficult it is to escape one's own past and reach for tomorrow. The visual effect is amazing. You also did a great job at showing the frustrated downslides in mood the speaker often experiences when getting trapped in memories.

[Nebunova]

dwelling on the past is the downfall for most humans, myself included. its a challenge to keep within the present moment but with anything else, it takes diligence and most importantly, patience. thank you for this thoughtful review Cher.