And then…
in a split moment
my mood changed…
flooded by the darkest moments
that ripped my soul from my torso
my body falling once more to the floor
as a dead body falls
I could actually describe it as
being lost, so damn lost, numb and cold
I had to find my way
but my legs somehow didn’t want me to walk
I was simply stuck
watching a clock without hands
no road could offer solace
each that I chose
simply offering grief and uncertainty
all I thought I needed
I just couldn’t find
a simple road sign, signaling the right way
navigation
that we all crave at some time in our lives
the only one I found
battered by natures wrath
it seemed, as if it was as lost as I was?
both of us, cheated by the claws
and scratches of this relentless wind
pelted by rain
rain, that sometimes felt like rocks
darkest clouds in an unforgiving sky
all I could confirm
in my tired brain-frozen-mind
was that, there would be no exit
and without an exit
it actually led me to feel peaceful
at least finding peace in my own acceptance
that I may never find my way
but then in another split second
my mood changed once more
and I didn't need that sign
that one simple direction
that could have helped me find my way
because I’d made it
i'd found the right road regardless
albeit a dusty road filled with pot holes
but the one in which had light.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Greif comes in many ways at anytime, when we are faced with such we must remember that its a phase a phase of which will always become less heavy in the end. it is at least what i have learnt from my own life experience. 🌹
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The metaphor is a clear sign indeed but in the winds and rain (tears) of grief we can get lost. I am glad you found the road with light.
And I'm glad I found your beautiful review, thank you. 🌹
Such a powerful poem, Teddy. I really felt this one.
I'm an expert on grief, thank you dear Tom. 🌹
Your way of poeticising contradictions very much in evidence here, Teddy. The most helpful of reassurance is the simple advice/information that it will get better or less intense in the end. Very humane. Thanks for another good 'un.
I nearly found a line for slumberbash in here but then I said to myself nah, Dave would never.let me get away with that thank you for such a kind review. 🌹
Quite right too! 👍🙃
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They say, "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger". Almost, makes me feel sorry for anyone who pisses you off Teddy. 😉👍
People piss me off on a daily basis lol
thank you dear A.P. 🌹
OK so maybe I don't feel sorry for them. Give em' hell Teddy. 😉👍
Your poem beautifully captures the ups and downs of life's journey. It vividly describes the struggle of feeling lost and the search for direction, ultimately finding peace in acceptance and resilience. Great job!
I'm writing about the loss I have personally experienced, missing those people who once were there in front of me now gone from this world, hopefully you will not feel such grief for a very very long time. Thank you dear Cloie. 🌹
Your courage to write about such deeply personal experiences is admirable. Loss is a part of life, but it's never easy. Thank you for sharing, and I hope you find comfort in your memories.
Grief is totally debilitating dear Teddy and I admit have experienced my fair share of it too. You describe it so well here, when it’s impossible to navigate those overwhelming feelings. You have to endure the waves until the strength of them wanes and at times that can seem never ending. The darkest clouds in an unforgiving sky. Oh yes, I have been there too. Great metaphors used here in a fine piece of writing. Have a happy Tuesday dear poet.
Thank you my dear Cassie. 🌹 Happy Tuesday to you too.
Wonderful emotive words Teddy but you have found your way through the grief as many, including me, have done in our lives.
Andy
Yes we have dear Andy thank you. 🌹
in the trade, we call such dramatic & frequent mood changes rapid cycling .. although, given the grief context you introduce in your authors note, you have, albeit belatedly my sincere condolences .. 🌹
Thank you dear Neville. Time moves on yet those beautiful faces will never be seen in flesh, I guess because I was very young when it happened the first time, it kind of stays, yet fades. 🌹
Powerful work. I felt this.
Thank you dear Thomas always a pleasure when my work relates and to know it's enjoyed. 🌹.
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