Endless unfolding
When nameless terror seizes me In ways that are impossible to articulate The body is no longer an open doorway Becoming instead an unscalable wall Sometimes frozen harder than the thawing tundra While the mind in a kafkaesque spiral Is haunted by loss both real and imagined All misguided attempts to banish grief Inevitably issuing an invitation to despair
As the world lurches between tragedy and absurdity A strange deafening silence ensues Disrupting the obvious recognition that There is nothing to be done but just allow Heartbreak and humility to seek me out To unravel me to the point of surrender So freed from all hope of repair I may begin to see Wonder is synchronous with woundedness If only, once again, I learn not to look away.
Very well put; insightful and (in a strange way) uplifting. Uplifting? Because taboo subjects help no-one. The only way out is through, indeed.
I have noted several comments in the last week about despair -- and I think my next fortnightly poem will be on that topic too. It's better to bring 'it' out to the light, otherwise it festers inside and causes mischief, and saps one's energy.
Are you learning? I find that I am, more and more often anyway. I guess experiencing these two-sided coins of nirvana/samsara require some practice.
Thank you again for describing so eloquently what I and so many others are going through, Jayasree!