When the wrongs overwhelm,
my heart sinks and frowns.
Beneath the layered memoirs,
It sinks deep and drowns.
Then I want silence
and I don't speak.
Its muffled beatings
make me feel weak.
Cracks in the soil
beneath my feet,
are weary of waiting
flowing water so sweet.
One more word
and it would matter.
to hold’em on or shatter
blowing them up in a big crater.
The reservoir of tears
filled over a million years.
The dam of patience quivers
letting out the flooding rivers.
Cracks in the soil
beneath my feet
feel the joy,
a beating retreat.
Retreating past wrongs
make way for a new song.
A song for the new innings,
in the hope for new beginnings.
The dream of the soil
murmurs this beautiful song.
The winds pick it up
and blow it along.
Oh this blowing wind in my hair
gives me my best song.
To roam like a wanderer
and happily go home.
-
Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2023 06:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my edition of the Song by Mogli... https://youtu.be/i2nHS93ly3M The past memories, sadness and wrongs of the world may make the protagonist feel sad and go weak and one's condition is like the perched soil waiting for the rain. The tears roll down in a stream that nurses the perched soil (condition of the heart) making us sing a song of hope and dreams of new beginnings. The wanderer picks up this song from the wind and this way it completes the philosophical idea of finding a new hope for the future even from the flowing tears.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
Offline)
Comments2
Tears can be like showers from heaven.
I'll go out on a limb-the truth of life giving showers to the soul as the showers bring life to dry soil so we can bring healing through our tears. Cheers
Thank you!
Such a lovely writing 🙂 you write nicely
I liked reading this
Thank you!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.