Sit with me in quiet harmony.
Sing to me in that haunting tone.
Convey your intensity to me
Through your plaintive melodies.
Your art glances off me.
But it leaves a scar.
I may not hear you as you are.
I may filter you through my pain.
But you sink in like an ointment
That poisons as it cures.
I will let you eat away at the thick skin
That kept unpleasant sensations at bay.
Maybe your melancholic hope
Can reawaken parts of my soul
I thought had atrophied long ago
On my own labyrinthine path
Towards self-acceptance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another Very Touching Poem! ! ! ! ! It Is Hard Sometimes To Let Acceptance, Reach, Into Heart.... But, Think, , With Time That Helps Us Grow, So We Can Share, Even More... Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++ Powerful Write! ! ! ! ! Beauty Insight! ! ! ! ! Best Wishes! ! ! ! ! If..I'm misinterpreting, I am Sorry! ! ! ! ! Would Love To Hear More...Your Thoughts...For This.. You Are Wondrously Beautiful Poetess! ! ! ! !
Thank You! ! ! ! ! For Sharing Your Beautifully Heart Moving Poetry! ! ! ! ! And Such A Beautifully Profound Answer! ! ! ! ! Beautiful! ! ! ! ! :)
Rebecca I was listening to a young singer-songwriter. It was not so much her words but her tone that made me imagine what she was feeling. And I found that her melodies haunted me and kind of seeped in like a mild poison, and I started to realize that she was reminding me of my younger self. And what I can tell people of her generation is that all the self doubt and disappointment just makes you try harder, and gradually you come to form your own identity. I think as I age, I have more to say. Thanks for being such a consistent reader and commenter! I really appreciate your feedback.
Thank you again for taking the time to comment Rebecca!