“With swords raised in battle. A glimpse of self reflected in the blade.”
I’m scattered here in a million pieces, maybe, but I’ve lost count.
This rock has shred me. Held my emotions when I could no longer bare them.
This rock has forced me to face the “flight mode” of fear and change my relationship to it. A mode of flight on a rock and in life also, this slab has balanced that.
This rocks formation has spoken of life’s balances. Life’s reflective nature and the beauty found in chaos.
I’m shattered among many slabs and countless hours of working to let go and to hold on. No longer relying on another to salvage me, but rather to rely on myself.
With swords raised in battle, a glimpse of self reflected in the blade, and had shown the enemy I had become to myself. Salvation was near and Revelation was handed over. Theough mercy and spoken epiphanies, I heard what no voice could speak. “To be saved one must first be shattered and broken. True self is found among the shattered pieces, seeing who I truly am and leaving behind who I never really was.” It was loss that saved me, caused me to shatter and see what I was never able too and understand the blessing that lies in chaos, and the beauty that dwells at the core.
yes, definitely hit home hard, one needs to allow to be shattered and broken because pretending to not be comes with a cost..
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How true and very well said. I remember going through that and how hard it was to endure that
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I am going to be the idiot…so when you say, “I heard what no voice could speak… and it came in the form of words…it does lead one to question…whether no voice could, in all fairness, yes, speak these words…now that you want to kill me. I am just sayin’ I think, yes, I am questioning if no voice could say these words. Because yes, maybe I’ve heard them! and maybe they are meant to be questioned. I love it too much… not to question…the words.
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Thank you very much for commenting and taking the time to read this.
The best way I can describe it is like this, I had been guided by the words of others, advice and their experiences. I’ve seen so many afraid though to feel pain because it can be overbearing. For the first time in my life I had this knowing that worked within me. Deep within me there’s was this revelatory knowledge that welled up, not because of another’s voice without me but in stillness, deep within, beneath clutter, and emotionalism, a knowing that this time pain and sorrow had to be felt, it needed to do a work within me. I needed to be brought to this place of being alone to hear it, know it and let it unfold within. I unplugged from everything around me, cliches and so forth.
I’ve questioned many “utterances” from within(and without), all can be questioned because for some the journey or this unpaved part of life may be different in experience and how we get from pain to healing. I’ve leaned that allowing myself to feel a pain I dreaded was what I needed to begin to heal. Pain and sorrow had to work in me and wrestle with me, questions to answers back to questions again until I let the truth of the moment have it’s way with me. I hope that helps. If you have any questions, I don’t mind expounding on things. Thank you again
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Thank you so much for taking the time to clarify! It does help! It is a very intelligent reply, and a lovely, moving piece. Sometimes I just want to know more, and I never quite know when it’s okay to question a poetic piece, I must say, this time it helped me, so thank you.
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Your welcome and I appreciate you taking enough interest in the piece to ask. Any time I can expound on something just ask.
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Reblogged this on Friendly Fairy Tales and commented:
This prose poem will challenge you and make you feel its sharp edges. Words have power and magic to break, reform and transcend. This does all of that in one lovely package. Makes me want to get out of my armchair. Hope you are enjoying World Poetry Day.
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Thank you so much Brenda
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Truly beautiful! Incisive even. 🙂
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Thank you Brenda 😊
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I wanted to reblog it for World Poetry Day. It reads like a prose poem. But I don’t know you yet. Would you like to be part of my blog party for WPD?
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I appreciate that Brenda. Your more than welcome to re blog if you’d like. I’m very interested in being a part of WPD. What would it entail?
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Share, post or tweet poetry. If you tweet use #worldpoetryday. I decided to have a party and make bridges. I’m having fun, but I have to get up and move around soon. 😉
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I will and thank you for reading the story and seeing something in it. I will use the tag.. I have to move also lol..
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If you’re on twitter, I’m @brendadharsham. I was delighted that #worldpoetryday was the second trending tag (under #lovetwitter). 🙂
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I don’t have a twitter account just yet. Hopefully soon and I’ll look you up. I shared this on Instagram and my facebook page. Thankyou again Brenda
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No pressure. Do what’s right for you. XOXO
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Thank you Brenda xo
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Really loving your work and being taken on your physical and personal journey. It’s very inspiring to see the epiphanies that come from your bodily experience. Thank you for sharing
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Thank you for taking the time to read everything and your comments are appreciated.
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‘Life’s reflective nature and the beauty found in chaos. With swords raised in battle, a glimpse of self-reflected in the blade, and had shown the enemy I had become to myself.’ ~ These two lines have stayed with me. This is truly a beautiful write.
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Thank you for saying that. I almost didn’t post this. That means a lot. I had always thought the enemy was outwardly(for the most part) but the enemy was within
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The enemy within is the makes one vulnerable and also mostly when our consciousness adapts to seeking outside we completely forget that the world within requires attention. The journey starts from within. One who realizes this is more confident.
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Very true and it has been liberating learning that. Wish I understood that earlier but I guess we understand as we a ready to.
Well said
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Yes, there’s a time for everything. It’s cosmic providence.
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I do believe that. Reasons why I’m understanding now and why I didn’t before
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Very beautiful poem!
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Thank you!! I hesitated posting it so it’s appreciated
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Why did you hesitate?
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I wasn’t sure if this would be something people could relate to because of how it was worded. The wording made me hesitate
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When you think others won’t relate someone or a few will. Just something to think about. 😊
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That’s very true..thank you!!
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lovely poem
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Thank you for commenting mukul
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my pleasure
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