Detoxification
You may wonder why I am beginning my blog with a poem, but this poem has been an integral part of my life. When i wrote this poem i finally said goodbye to one part of me, detached it from my mind, made it a thing of the past. It represents truimph over hatred and anger. Hence...
Detoxification
On the hard, cold rocks
the splinters cutting my feet,
the chill spreading through my body,
I stood, watching the sea.
The many-hued dance of the waves-
blue-green-brown-grey, reflecting the sky-
I watched, as the waves broke on the rocks;
the froth forming one moment, disappearing the other,
in a continuous cycle.
Feeling the spray hit my body,
moist, glistening on my skin,
the smell of salt in my nose,
I stood, poised to take the plunge.
Diving, I was ready to shatter and be shattered.
As I sank deep down into the bottomless fathoms
my lungs screamed out in agony.
My brain tried to stop them, but my limbs had a mind of their own.
As if in a trance, I watched my hands and feet propel me up,
up towards the surface, towards air, towards life.
Breaking the surface, the first breath of air was dizzying, intoxicating.
Bobbing up and down, I felt the water cleansing my body, my soul,
the past getting washed away, dissolving into nothingness.
Getting ready to return back to the world,
glad to be alive, I knew,
I was clean,
I was pure.
Detoxification
On the hard, cold rocks
the splinters cutting my feet,
the chill spreading through my body,
I stood, watching the sea.
The many-hued dance of the waves-
blue-green-brown-grey, reflecting the sky-
I watched, as the waves broke on the rocks;
the froth forming one moment, disappearing the other,
in a continuous cycle.
Feeling the spray hit my body,
moist, glistening on my skin,
the smell of salt in my nose,
I stood, poised to take the plunge.
Diving, I was ready to shatter and be shattered.
As I sank deep down into the bottomless fathoms
my lungs screamed out in agony.
My brain tried to stop them, but my limbs had a mind of their own.
As if in a trance, I watched my hands and feet propel me up,
up towards the surface, towards air, towards life.
Breaking the surface, the first breath of air was dizzying, intoxicating.
Bobbing up and down, I felt the water cleansing my body, my soul,
the past getting washed away, dissolving into nothingness.
Getting ready to return back to the world,
glad to be alive, I knew,
I was clean,
I was pure.
posted by The Lone Ranger at 12:05 AM
8 Comments:
wat gr88 writing skills...g88 poem well written...i thot u'll get drown but done well to came out in the end ;)
wat gr88 writing skills...g88 poem well written...i thot u'll get drown but done well to came out in the end ;)
Finally!! I've been wondering when you would get started. Now that you have, do remember to post often.
Gud poem...very well written...i thou u'll get drowned but done well to came out in the end ;)
so cool to know you finally made your own space in the world. you do us psychos proud. kinda already etched your name in gold.
hey Psychopath5
thanks a lot yaar! but u know, i still have miles to go before i sleep, or rather even think of etching my name in gold...am just at the beginning of my journey. but i know that with friends like u, i'll be there one day ;-)
girl..it is ppl like u who keep me wanting to come to mica..and it is ppl like u that i just dont need to be near a sea to feel it..u alsmost fel the water entering ur nose and feeling it..gr8 stuff
-kush
amazing poem...take a bow, lady
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