born soul on fire,
most will never understand
call it plague
call it blessing
even I can’t comprehend
it’s every incarnations
resurrected twisted form
call it foreign
call it familiar
from life extracted, not rebourne
incandescent soul undaunted
scorched desire still to shine
call it art
call it addiction
bring to life my cluttered mind
unique not in my cravings
by yearnings still condemned
call them drugs
call them lovers
same obsession in the end
freed from such compulsions
now enslaved in my own head
call it manic
call it phobic
loss of appetites dual edge
secluded from the real world
in abstention freedom’s found?
call it heaven
call it hell
it’s just where I am now
Prompt courtesy of MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt- Recovery
I’m there right now. Great piece.
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I am glad you can identify, and yet saddened to know I am not alone? Does that make sense?
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Yes, Violet, it makes sense. The poem works in conveying the numbness really well; living numb, though, is not really living. I get it.
Left you a comment re: the chain story thingy. Let me know what’s what. Thanks.
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Wow, that’s absolutely … wow. It’s not only what you’re saying, but how you’re saying it. 🙂
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Years of living it I guess.. Thank you.
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To live it is one thing, to express it that others might understand, another
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Thank you. It is so fulfilling to know I got it across.
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Indeed.
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This is so beautiful!! 🙂
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Oh my, thank you.
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You are so welcome!! 🙂
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Oh my goodness….”call them drugs call them lovers same obsession in the end” you have put into words the 3 a.m., wake up, never felt so alone and yet know there are others awake feeling the same thing moments. Words, poems, sharing…….thank you.
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No, thank you for seeing yourself when you peer through this little window into my world..
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You are conveyed so much in this poem Violet. Well done, we do accumulate a lot from living.
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I think they key is to balance the accumulations and the losses. Thank you Michael for stopping in.
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Call it what you will – the hard reality will come pummeling at the door no matter what name one uses.
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So very true. Thanks for stopping by.
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