Raindrop is a bird
perches on iron
leaving behind a spot of rust
Fear is a bird
caged within mind
determined to remain domesticated
Joy is a bird
alights on the soul
leaving it suffused with fuzzy warmth
Love is a bird
roaming carefree
making home where reciprocated.
Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/09/28/what-do-you-see-49-28-september20/
Sometimes
the jumbled neurons are a dense tangled web
not letting a shard of sense to penetrate
yet the synaptic cleft is a coarse sieve
through which dark, biased thoughts slither
into the cauldron of disquiet subconscious
poisoning the process of perception
infiltrating the inviolable memory bank
leaving long held beliefs comatose
the communication between
the conscious and the subconscious
totters on the verge of total collapse
But then
learned behaviour kicks in
an antidote to the tenebrous paralysis
sometimes a battle is won or two lost
in this ongoing exhausting war
the surface calm belying the struggle within
giving up often seems the best recourse
stubborn heels dig in then.
Tripping on the circumstances beyond my control
I fell face first in the inviting, balmy waters of the Acheron
I wanted to wallow in its wretched whorls
allowing despair to drown me to the depths
and let misery gore my heart bit by bit
the warmth of woes washed over my visage
melancholy warbled soothingly
the keening waters building a tumuli over my willing flesh
but the bare bleached bones of sadness rattled me so much
I surfaced, extricating myself from its fierce embrace.
The urge to erase all painful memories
took me to the banks of the serene Lethe
flowing so quietly and invitingly
I experimentally dipped my toe gingerly
feeling all troubles seep away
limb by limb, lighter I felt
as lethargy pinned me down lovingly
the flotsam of pain was jettisoned away
threads of my thoughts unspooled in slow motion
and my jumbled ideas floated by
oh, the luxury of oblivion enveloped me tenderly
it could have been my forever home
but the curiosity of what next refused to fade away
pushing me ashore to bid unwilling adieu to cowardice!
I re-enter the world of reality
which bears the curse of the Phlegethon and the Cocytus
no longer death is a passport to the Hades
we are the inhabitants of the living hell
human life is not even worthy of statistics now
we die like flies for the sport of the powerful few
and yet, a handful, continue to chronicle the truth!
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