You can try to run away But you're always going to find Just several steps ahead Will be the visions of your mind You can close your eyes so coldly Turn around and just walk on Pretending in your weakness You can only be so strong But it's like you never left Though you've gone a million miles And you counted all your glory Into many wounded trials.
Many loves you've taken in Did you ever let them go All the many times you've fallen When the loneliness did show All the demons you let in Just confused you in the fight You could see in all the darkness And be blinded by the light But it's like you never left Though you've gone a million miles And you've taken every beating From your many wounded trials
Was every wasted minute Just another passing phase Was every single hour Just a story's missing page You knew the clock was running And you could not set it back Was that cause for the alarm In a restless mind's attack But it's like you never left Though you've gone a million miles And time will not protect you From your many wounded trials.
Your poem carries a powerful, unguarded honesty. The refrain becomes a kind of echo... with the self follows us no matter how far we go. I felt the ache of those “wounded trials,” but also the strength in naming them. There’s a clarity here that lingers long after the last line.
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Thank you. I almost lost this poem because I foolishly put it just on facebook notes. I had to j.. read moreThank you. I almost lost this poem because I foolishly put it just on facebook notes. I had to jump through hoops to find out where they placed it.
I see in this one the picture of one who carries a heavy past. The "wounded trials" are not specifically named, but "the many loves you've taken in" suggests failed relationships are at least some part of the story. The general tone is regret, with fear of fleeting time figuring in. One can only hope that the speaker can some day understand that the past, however painful, has no life of its own and must be released through self forgiveness. Otherwise, the "wonded trials" will live on.
Your poem carries a powerful, unguarded honesty. The refrain becomes a kind of echo... with the self follows us no matter how far we go. I felt the ache of those “wounded trials,” but also the strength in naming them. There’s a clarity here that lingers long after the last line.
Posted 2 Days Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Day Ago
Thank you. I almost lost this poem because I foolishly put it just on facebook notes. I had to j.. read moreThank you. I almost lost this poem because I foolishly put it just on facebook notes. I had to jump through hoops to find out where they placed it.
Not sure what to add here. I have been writing poems since I was 16. Saved much of it, lost some of it. I'm 51 now. Lately I have felt a need to get my voice out there. I guess like a lot of .. more..