a poem

[Brittany]

Well, there doesn't seem to be anywhere on this site specifically dedicated to creative works, so I guess I should post this here. I've really needed to get out some of my feelings lately and they finally came out in this poem. I thought it would be a good way to share, both my feelings and my creative urges.


Today I walk a field of roses,
and their beauty wraps around me,
but my eyes are on the thorns
as all these memories surround me.
Should I take one in my hand,
close my fist around the stem
and feel the blood go streaming down,
all while I bask in thankfulness?
I love the sun upon my face,
yet still I’m longing for the moon.
Why when all I feel is love
am I so drawn to dark and doom?
How can I claim to have compassion,
while so deep within my soul
I still crave the pain and silence,
why do these things make me whole?
I’d like to throw it all away
and just surrender to the light,
but how could I forget myself
when in my soul there lies the night?
Is there a way to cross these paths?
Is there a chance that they’re the same?
And can this dark unsightly knowledge
still produce a heartfelt gain?
Can I twist my own distortions,
can I make them a service, too?
Is there a way to still be me
when I can see myself in you?
Is it right to just forget,
yet I don’t want to be consumed...
Is there a harmony in chaos
as I feel my spirit swoon?
Now I stand naked at the doorway
before things I don’t understand
and I pray as I reach out
that I’ll feel someone take my hand.
I can’t make a claim on wisdom,
but I’m calling on my knees
for a way to mend these wounds
and give the greatest gift- to Be.

[Aaron]

It's good to ask questions! It helps determine where you're going.

I like the poem. It shows your heart and says a lot. I can see in the writing those dark and light thoughts weaving together, producing a picture of who you are right now.

I also like how the first and last lines can be put together, enveloping the rest like a silent and momentary thought occurring as you stand in that field.