Author’s Note: Artists are fortunate that they have their art to turn to in times of greatest stress and despair. But sometimes even artists have difficulty getting re-energized by their work.
And all of us have had to, at one time or another, don the mask of normalcy to face the world during a time of personal sadness.
Too Shattered to Spin
Too shattered to spin two words together
unless the words tell
of love crushed under the weight of reality.
Too crushed to think of tomorrow
‘cause I already know that
tomorrow brings nothing but more reminders
that all is lost
Too lost to find my way to happy ;
to regain my buoyant spirit,
to say hello once more
There was no foul
There is no fault
There was surprise
There was fascination
There was delight
There was no way
There is no remedy
There is despair
There is grief
There is a mask ready
(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva
disappointment, feelings, heartache, hiding grief, losing oneself in work, loss, love, mask, pain, poem, reality, sadness, sorrow, tears
This morning I awoke with hope
Tentative, confused, yet all was possible
Still sorting out attitudes, the oughts, the shoulds
Needing to know more.
But not that
Not the death of hope
Not the final killing blow
Not the end of my world.
I have lost so much
There should be no surprise
That a passion so rare and elusive
Should be ripped from my heart.
You eased into your news
tried to lessen the shock
Divulged a few details the other day
Finished it off today.
You have been so sweet
Right from day one
And today was no different
Softly and gently killing my soul.
The central premise of my universe
Has vanished – a tectonic shift
Now nothing holds my world together
Without you – I will reach out to emptiness.
Grieving the death of what could have been
Pain profound a bottomless pit
I simply don’t want to “be”.
I want to go to sleep and never waken.
original poetry by the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva April 2, 2014 (c)
broken, death, disappointment, feelings, finish, heartache, heartbreak, hopeless, loss, love, mourning, pain, passion, sadness, tears
Sometimes hyperbole tells the tale best of all. I sincerely hope to get some feedback on this one. thanks!
– When Hyperbole and Life Intersect
Overwhelmed by a single thought
Triggered by sweet words read on some site I don’t recall
A punch to my chest
A shawl knit of sorrow draped around my shoulders
A vacuum sucks the air from my lungs
This sudden longing for you
a craving sharp and fierce
If I can’t touch you how can I live
and navigate my days?
Never feel you? Never kiss you?
Never hold you in my arms?
The sands of regret
weigh me down and clog my breath
I am blinded to life’s beauty
We will never be together
desire, feelings, heartbreak, longing, love, pain, passion, poem, reality, regret, tears
I’ll Have a Warm Sweater
you’ll know where to find me
I’ll be the one studying the shapes of the stones that line the dirt at the side of the road
I’ll be frowning
I’ll have a warm sweater to combat the chill coming from inside
shreds of sodden tissue spilling from the stretched out pockets
you know what I’ll be seeking
I’ll be desperately trying to regain meaning
lost without my shadow friend
going through the motions
leaden arms, sightless eyes, frozen heart
you won’t be able to see me
I have become invisible
trying to find myself
without you there is no me
suspended in time unloved, unfeeling, unmissed
abandoned, breakup, disappointment, feelings, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, pain, passion, poem, sadness, tears