I'm sick of fighting the tide
I'd love to let it take me
Shackled I remain
But one day I will break free
For how long will hope prevail?
Does it die like faith in love?
Or will it survive long after I'm dead
Like the stars in heaven above?
To whom I ask these questions
I simply do not know
Some day I'll find my answers
And with the tide I go
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Author:
scattered_flashes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I just wish I could be. Im on a dark one at the minute, tends to be times like these that I write. I really like someone but I'm worried because I can feel my inner void strongly pulling at the minute and I don't want to fuck it up by getting these feelings mixed up. I tend to trick myself into thinking I'll find my peace in other people. I can't do that again so I've gotta stay distant but everything pulls me in their direction. I feel nothing but the harrowing thud in my chest, ringing throughout my every fibre.
- Category: Reflection
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Hey, I recognise the forlorn feeling evoked in your poem.
I still sometime trick myself into thinking I'll find peace in connection with others.
That drive for belonging, connecting, being is so strong.
Everyday I try to look a little more within.
If I cannot be at peace with myself what I am offering to others will never be real.
Hope some light is sleeping in. It is a beautiful day!
It's just so bloody hard recognising the difference between dreamy ideals and genuine want for someone else 😅
It is a beautiful day, thank you😊
Oh but a dreamy ideal will always be better.
Won't it?
I love a dreamy ideal!
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Nice words and your story is well told.... great write
That really means a lot to me, David, thank you😊 I feel like I manage to maintain my reflection without shying away in this one, very happy with it
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