For Everything A Possible Price

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Living has been the hardest thing
    I have ever had to do.
    It will always be
    The hardest thing I have to do.
    I have a lifetime ahead of me
    To struggle with the part of me
    That runs in direct opposition
    To all that I should want
    Or need to exist.
    Whatever it is in me
    That drives me to self-destruction
    To this state of constant
    Internal immolation
    Will be the greatest enemy I ever face.
    This child-creature
    This lurking being
    Bloated with fear
    And self-loathing
    Who skulks
    Up from deep within my familiar thoughts
    And becomes
    Secondary to my nature.
    Just as lulling that wretched being
    Into sleep from moment to moment
    Becomes second nature.
    I want few things in my life.
    I crave a rest from this
    A moment of peace
    To lay down my arms.
    I dream of a time in which I can open my arms
    Uncross them from their defensive resting place
    Across my chest
    And take someone into them
    Like the world opening up into day.
    It would be lovely
    To love without fear
    And to live without thought
    Even if was only for a moment.
    I would like to know what it was like.
    To live
    Honestly and truly
    Fully live
    For an instant.
    Even if it killed me.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    I love it,:smile: I really really love it - especially the lines:

    "it would be lovely
    to love without fear
    and to live without thought"

    Damn, you're good!:smile: As with so many gifted poets on this forum, I love the poem but know and fear as well, the feelings that precipitated it.:sad:

    You are very very good!:smile: :smile: :smile:


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  3. Damn Girl,
    I don't know which part to quote, I love it all, feel it all, and as has been said before here, how kindreds, despite their suffering, flourish here. Hands may not touch hands, but words do... Yours touched me.

    "I crave a rest from this
    A moment of peace
    To lay down my arms."

    AMEN and Namaste

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