The Opposite of Up

sylviasearcher

The opposite of up

Isn't heavy

 

That's just the quality

Of existence 

 

That makes rising

Up

 

So

Much

More 

 

Impossible? 

 

Smiles point up

Hearts race fast

Temperatures rise higher

Ladders are climbed

Mountains are conquered

 

But I feel the opposite of up

Which isn't caged

 

It's just the chaining of my soul

To the floor

 

Which makes reaching

Up

 

So

Bone

Shatteringly

 

Painful 

 

The opposite of up

Isn't ugly

 

That's just your perception

As you look away

 

Which makes believing in

 

Up

 

So

Soul

Destroyingly

 

Deadening

 

I am the opposite of up

Floored

 

Don't pick me 

 

Up

 

With your lies

 

I'm the opposite of up

Dead

 

Passed bargaining

With the devil 

 

I am the opposite of up

 

I am 

 

Alone

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2019 09:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Random ramblings
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Comments3

  • Fay Slimm.

    Inventive and compelling this read on the state of being between the ups and downs - first rate writing Sylvia.

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Fay, at least my shameful woeful feeling produced something today!

    • Michael Edwards

      A super write dear Sylvia.

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks Michael. I will write of a rainbow one day soon!

      • Neville

        The opposite of up is impossible to definitively define from a global perspective given that 'up' is a culturally subjective concept ... just as we, or many of us at least struggle to appreciate for example the Inuit Indian has somewhere in the region of fifty words for snow... I like this poem though and there are certainly parts of it that I would be very proud of, if I had thought of them first.... I hope you start to feel more elevated soon.... N 🙂

        • sylviasearcher

          You have put the U2 song in my head now. But it's okay because bono is my other unrequited soulmate!

          Ahhh these feelings of mine are all fleeting, just the uncomfortable ones are always more likely to make a poem.

          Thanks for your kind comment.

          I wonder which type of snow we have forecast on Friday?

          • Neville

            my pleasure.. I imagine it might be number 49.....



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