tears
etched to my retina
they burn
from all the storms inside
every bolt
of lightning
a feeling I need to experience
finding
comfort in words
»there will be tomorrow«
the image
of a cigarette caught in the April shower
comes to
mind. nothing has to happen.
scars need care and a gentle heart
the
fluttering shadow of wings
cuts the lightning
my
existence depending on it
What a depth of feeling you have expressed here. If tears are etched to one's retina, that is deep deep pain. I would hope that there would come a caring and gentle heart and that the scars of the past would be healed.
ReplyDeletepretty intnese storms raging inside eh?
ReplyDeletescars do need a gentle hand, that is for sure...to mape their lines and hear their tales...
i find the last line very interesting...and am trying to figure out if it is the wings or the storm that the existence depends on...
I like the use of storms & this part: scars need care and a gentle heart ~ Beautifully written ~
ReplyDeleteinteresting way to describe an emotion. Very unique piece.
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what is a spring april shower for some is a lightning storm to others. not living in your retinas i can only hear the thunder in your words. but storms do pass and guess what evinces afterwards?
ReplyDeletedeep, mi amiga, hopefully this too shall pass
Beautiful, Natasa. I love "scars need care and a gentle heart" and the wings, "my existence depending on it." Thank heaven for creatures of flight, who keep us looking up.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at your opening--a gentle place for you to heal--pax
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. It speaks to all of us, because we have storms to heal. I like the intensity of feeling in this.
ReplyDeleteNatasa, i originally went to the wrong site. Glad I found your blog.
To heal the scars.. The gentle care.. Love the image of a cigarette in an April shower
ReplyDeleteGreat metaphorical use of the storms, a feeling we all know. "scars need care and a gentle heart" - they do, they do indeed.
ReplyDeleteA deeply hurting soul, yet free enough to poem emotions, this is just awesome. Have a nice Sunday
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Beautiful words, beautiful flow. I like to believe at times like these that sadness holds this unspoken beauty. I found that in your poem... and I don't know why but "Nothing has to happen" resonates with me. As if the unknown will happen regardless, as of we're just drifters all the same.
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