10-02-2025, 02:57 PM
[quote="Deor Ana Log" pid='274857' dateline='1759343688']
My grief is a ground center for healing
Wet tears layered on small frowns
Push me beyond my feelings
Feeling the weight of the water
Stone cold skin fluctuating in scale of slaughter
I learned my growth shows when I drown
As much as when I come up for air
Teal and amethyst shades of sad wash over
Past reality finally seeping into now
Realization hits so hard that eyes can only cry
But now, emerges a chance to set a clean slate
Sadness creates clarity more compelling than fake relief
Pushing cautious, circumspect, careful gestures forward
Only the most heart-wrenching emotions can be dual-wielded
A fixture of future strength and sanctuary now
In this piece there is no story, body or event to hold onto, so that the states depicted do not seem justified or material, but rather abstract and generic. They are standards, assumed to be shared and known, but given without form, life or specificity. That is an imposition, a form of intrusion, because it declares without demonstrating anything. There is no invitation to be. Somebody feels bad and then they feel better - but it all has to be taken on trust. The why of life is absent.
My grief is a ground center for healing
Wet tears layered on small frowns
Push me beyond my feelings
Feeling the weight of the water
Stone cold skin fluctuating in scale of slaughter
I learned my growth shows when I drown
As much as when I come up for air
Teal and amethyst shades of sad wash over
Past reality finally seeping into now
Realization hits so hard that eyes can only cry
But now, emerges a chance to set a clean slate
Sadness creates clarity more compelling than fake relief
Pushing cautious, circumspect, careful gestures forward
Only the most heart-wrenching emotions can be dual-wielded
A fixture of future strength and sanctuary now
In this piece there is no story, body or event to hold onto, so that the states depicted do not seem justified or material, but rather abstract and generic. They are standards, assumed to be shared and known, but given without form, life or specificity. That is an imposition, a form of intrusion, because it declares without demonstrating anything. There is no invitation to be. Somebody feels bad and then they feel better - but it all has to be taken on trust. The why of life is absent.