Saturday, March 31, 2012

Poem "voidless"

losing my voice
makes me
think it is eternal

makes me
numb
dumb
constricted
confined

losing my self
makes me
think I deserve it

makes me
slip
tip
tilt
and fall

every fever peak
is a roaring abyss of silence
every valley,
murmuring paradise

to speak
to convey
my emotions, wishes and desires
erosion's
of my soul

take it away
and I withdraw into my shell
of me, lamenting my torture

or is it a gift?

maybe even I
have to learn
"Voiceless is not Worthless"

for I shall never be

wordless

6 comments:

  1. WOW this is beautiful It makes me think of mute people (I know sounds crazy) or people who have been hurt and go into there own little world I don't really know any other way to put it

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    1. thanks, Maria. Yes, it really can haev so many interpretations...

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  2. Beautiful! This is for people who have expressed themselves (vocally but not only) and have lost the ability to do so one way or the other: people losing their voice physically, being impeded to express themselves or even people being gagged for their voiced opinion.

    In this respect it reminded me of the other amazing poem "Invictus" of Henley, written from his sickbed when he suffered from tuberculosis, and how it may have in turn inspired Nelson Mandela in his prison cell.

    These poems (I mean 'Voidless' and 'Invictus') are for everyone to cherish because they give us strength and purpose. Never give up!

    Just for the record, I cannot resist to quote in full the poem of William Ernest Henley:

    "Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul."

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    1. Wow, thanks knerrir. You always compare me to the great masters - I feel sort of humbled by it.

      I adore Invictus - and i didn't know he struggled with tuberculosis when he wrote it - maybe that is then why I also love it so much...since I am also struggling with something similar.

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    2. AWWWWWWWWWW ta-meaut xxxx ;)

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  3. WOW your opinion is amazing Knerrir, and also the poem is powerful I am sure I have heard the last little bit before
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul."

    I think ta-meaut mentioned this in one of her fave quotes a while ago

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