Wondering

All the stories are stored in your body, hiding from yourself.

Wondering

What am I gonna do with all this love, lurking warely through the closed windows of my heart? Where are these tears coming from, while my mind has no thoughts of sadness? Why does it feel I'm hiding things from myself? Stories I can't tell, buried too deep to be revealed? Which are the messages floating in this thin air, trying to talk to me, while my being is blocked in defense?
The sparkling love I brought from my home above, is hidden in a box made of fear, and the tears are the watchers, protecting my soul from remenbering the dark side of the world, when the secrets dress themselves as demons, spreading messages of evil.
And with thousand questions flying around my mind, endless answers arise and fade away. None of them bringing peace or confort to my day.

6 September 2019

Reviews

[Shandra Sun]

Thank you for sharing your brilliant mind wiht me Robert. That's how I picture our friendship: casually sitting somewhere, perhaps under a dark sky full of twinkling stars, letting our thoughts free and enjoying a cup of warm thee, knowing that living is a beautiful wonder. No matter what.

[Robert Trakofler]

I am quite sure I would enjoy that tremendously:)

[Robert Trakofler]

The best way to take away pains power is to air it out on the clothesline to show it to the world and to you a chance to see it for all its ugliness!:) We empower the wretched by hiding it away in that box it saps our energy in its hold of us having to hold, it... down. Those tears trickle a bit as you tickle them afloat and a slow release of the energy that you expelled in keeping it hidden releases a trickle of that burdensome weight. In the sentences of our sentence as sentient acceptance can be a painful but freeing experience Dear Shandra Sun Smiles:) (look how much this poem made the bunny think)

[Rhayne]

Right there with you. I enjoyed this and found the perfect day to read it.

[Shandra Sun]

Thank you for the connection.