I dream of rainbows, of moments sinking golden
Into the welcoming earth, of memories worth holding,
I want a voice that transcends darkness, a voice that
Illuminates. I never asked why I should suffer I truly
Believed that like Atlas I could endure this world if to
Save, if I could bring solace to your rage then perhaps
I did have purpose. I was a ghost, unseen, beyond the
Reach of the trinity. This demon seed that you have sewn
In the graves of your incarnations, you who never were,
Parents that never were, I grow, a bramble, no flowers
To adorn, only the thorns of a crippling defense. All I ever
Wanted was to be heard and with this deafening pen I will
Be known, if the truth despairs, it is because all that you
Have shown, all that you have taught is unworthy of my
Name but if my words should have wings, to set free
Another enslaved then I will strip myself feather by feather
That no one should remain buried in flightless isolation.
These humble poems fall from me shattered on collision
What do I know of courage, these poor heart-shaped lungs
Labor independently, I just want to be pure, translucent
To float unimpeded by the gravity of these inherited sins
When I was a kid I was raised Christian kind of, my parents sent me to a church they did not attend (they didn’t attend church). I went to church alone and my parents never spoke about church or anything religious so I am not sure how that classifies. The people at the church were very kind to me and they fed me extra and had winter clothes sent to my house. My beliefs now are more Eastern philosophical
36 thoughts on “Listen”
Extraordinary work…such beauty arises from such pain.. a strange aspect of creativity I suppose, beautifully rendered. :):)
Thank you, the world is full of opposites and seeming contradictions isn’t it =)
Another awesome post… “I dream of rainbows….” You had me hooked with 4 simple words… Nice!
Thank you so much Ray =)
if my words have the power to set free i will tear feather by feather to make sure no one else lives in that isolation…wow…love the intensity and conviction there…i like….
Thank you Brian! I had a hero complex as a child
You’ve really brought the memory to vivid reality. The complexity and melancholy of the emotions running through time are hinted at and worked through using such specific details – brambles, thorns, lungs etc. Great write and haunting.
Thank you so much that means a lot to me =)
A beautiful piece! It brings out many feelings in me about my own walk and how I have arrived at where I am today. I love your work….it blesses my heart. 🙂
Awww Skye that is an incredibly sweet thing to say thank you so much for your kindness and encouragements
hugs back =)
“..a voice that transcends darkness, a voice that Illuminates.”…
This line jumped at me. I think as children we all want and dream of that voice. I also think that the dream follows us…we are always in search of that voice…your writing never fails to amaze me…
I think so too =) Awww thank you so much Grizz you are so kind!
Reminds me of the young girl who spoke at Castro’s sentencing. A real superhero. Glad you have a voice and you use it.
Awww thank you it is getting me to shut up that is a problem lol
This poem reminds me of Ukrainian nesting dolls…a new layer of meaning opens up with every read. Very beautiful. Reowr!
Oh thanks so much Cubby =)
You portray anguish with such grace and authenticity that you almost make one yearn to share in it! Powerful writing!
Oh wow Scott thank you so much!
This is beautiful. There seemed to be something extra in the beginnings of some of the lines that, stood out to me as well, that I liked.
I don’t know that it means anything, but I like it.
Mysterious but you know that is exactly what I want! To illuminate with my poetry, to reach out to others and allow others to know me instead of running away scared, to maintain my own identity and to have meaningful work
Intensely beautiful, the child’s voice rings through this masterfully crafted poem. I am in awe once again by your powerful pen!
Thank you Lisa wow that means a lot =)
“To float unimpeded by the gravity of these inherited sins” Very powerful! Memories of forced religion: when I lived with my grandmother, I had to go to church wearing a hat and a pair of cloth gloves. Every Sunday, we sang the same hymn; I remember the words: “All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small . . .
My parents didn’t actually care what religion i was, it was just free food and childcare to them. Unfortunately Christianity was a terrible fit for me I tried to be a good Christian for the nice church ladies but honestly I became a monster
My parents never attended church. Mostly, I think because they grew up in very religious households — at least on the surface in terms of following the protocols and procedures. My mother’s father (raised her and her sister as a single father) had a list of things the girls weren’t allowed to do on Sundays such as chew gum, roller skate, or jump rope. Guess going back to Sunday as a day of rest.
I don’t remember much about Sunday school — just that the rest of the class was way ahead of me. I did find my certificate of passing the first level. After that, I only had to go to sunday school and church when I lived with my grandmother.
I took away from it all a sense that religion is dangerous in the wrong hands.
My mom was raised Catholic, Catholic school the whole 9 yards she didn’t want to inflict that on me and though my grandmother really wanted me to go to Catholic school she refused. I don’t think for my parents sending me to church had anything to do with religion. It was babysitting, guaranteed food, and playtime with other children. My parents don’t carry about my religion whatever. My dad isn’t religious at all he just likes gospel music. Christianity was dangerous in my hands geez, I was a little monster. I only started to get peaceful and develop morality after I started to explore other philosophies and religions. I am more philosophical as an adult.
Beautiful and sad. I’m sending big hugs and rainbows your way.
Why is it that so many of us of lovely creative types had horrific childhoods? I think if we continue to write about it (not because we are still in that place) maybe, just maybe we can help raise awareness to the horrors that continue in other children’s lives.
Thank you so much Melanie! I think it is very important for us to write about it and bring awareness
This is so hauntingly beautiful. The desire to be heard, to be known and understood, comes through loud and clear.
Thank you very much =)
“welcoming earth…a voice that transcends darkness…I never asked why I should suffer…like Atlas I could endure this world…I was a ghost…”
“to be heard and with this deafening pen…but if my words should have wings, to set free Another enslaved then I will strip myself feather by feather… That no one should remain buried in flightless isolation.”
This poem resonates with me on so many levels, and I adore your writing. Your poetry has the ability to transport me into the depths of my past, my soul, my memories, my thoughts and my fears. You are truly an incredibly powerful writer who I greatly admire. I always look forward to reading your work and am never disappointed.
Oh wow I don’t know what to say. I am very flattered you have no idea how much it means to me that my words touched another person that is all I truly want. (hugs)