The elegance now gone from my mind
I'm left with the snakes
hungry snakes
slivering inside me
I don't know how to force them out
they are comfortable
and I am not
I want my elegance back
I miss her
I miss her quick wit and Intelect
I miss her pausing...
before hasty decisions,
I can't handle this anymore
I wasn't prepared for the change
when darkness shades
my happy aura
I search for her in my dreams
and in the mirror
even in the corner of a room
I'm going to find her
I want her back
before she drowns.
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Fear of loss provokes strange images and apprehension spawning serpents of doubt. Nicely written my friend
Thank you dear sorrenbarret, being out of control of things I cannot change or do anything about, it's the aftermath of death that brings the snakes to the surface and they are not mine and I do not want them. 🌹
Serpents have their place too let them go back to their dens out of sight. You are very welcome
I appreciate your words more than you know dear friend. 🌹
Most welcome
Teddy, I really felt this one. There’s something frightening about looking for yourself and not recognizing what’s looking back. Wonderfuly write, dearest friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
After death, things/people appear that you never thought could not even in your wildest imagination, but that's why I can be proud of being so strong because not even the snakes can get me, I'm living in the darkness of somebody else's making. Thank you dearest Tristan, you always get me, I'm forever humbled. 🌹
Wow. Beautiful work, sweet Teddy.
Thanks sweet Thomas. 🌹
Nice write, Teddy. I always think that the way we remember ourselves is as distorted as the way we see ourselves. I try to live with what I have and not worry about yesterday but look forward to tomorrow. You had some great images in this one: "snakes slithering inside me, I want my elegance, searching.
'My grandmother always said, 'You ARE as young as you THINK" Anyways, enjoyed your poem. - Phil A.
Dearest Phil, I love your interpretation immensely, this is metaphor for someone who has turned up in our lives after someone died, she is not a nice person and she is here to take all that was his. It's a very ugly situation that I have no control over unfortunately, I don't feel safe nor myself around her so I have decided to stay clear of the entire situation which actually after many months of painful observation is a wise thing I've done, I'll let the ones who encouraged her swim in their own soup. Drastic I know, but it is because I love myself that I can no longer be a part of the situation. 🌹
Sorry if I misinterpreted your poem and also for your situation. Hope it all sorts itself out. Keep doing what you feel is right. - Phil A.
I love your interpretation you couldn't have known dear Phil, I've been quiet for too long, it's my therapy just sharing in my scribbles so please indulge in any interpretation you find it gives me light release my dear friend. 🌹
Hello, Teddy,
The hallucinations associated with intence grief can be maddening to the point of sleepless nights. I sincerely hope you can vanquish the accursed serpent and find some source of normality. Your poetic description is horrifying as it is brilliant.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Thank you dearest Tony, it's actually the loss of a loved one that decided to marry a woman none of us knew just before he died, she now lives in the home of my husband's parents and she isn't very nice, we are not ourselves around her and I have decided after 6.months that I no longer want to be a part of the situation, a very wise man once told me when death comes there is all sorts of shite that surfaces and in this case very true. Anyway my therapy is to write about what hurts. Grief yes but the disappointment and dilusion of those who are here and making our lives even more miserable whilst we grieve is a lot. Thank you for your compassion my dear friend. Hopefully when all the money arrives from the sale of his stuff she will move on. Then we can move on too. 🌹 The swan is me but I will never drown, or change who I am. 🌹
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