Thursday, January 28, 2010

IT...

This sadness that invokes my body
Probably doesn't belong to me.
I must have borrowed it
Taken it
Made it
Into what it is.
Feeling a distortion
Working through this commotion
Communicating and contemplating
What IT is
This sadness that invokes my body
Shot me to the ground and back up again
My sanity I must lose before I regain
It
Again.
Lessons that come and go
Pardon my elementary flow
I seem to have this urge
To purge
My words fall out of my head and onto my bed
God I wish I had a queen size. No a king size.
Life size....
This sadness that invokes my body
Wants me to carry
IT.
Live IT
Feel IT.
I wonder if I'm the only one who feels this way
The drums play and for happiness ill pray. This sadness that invokes my body...leaves me w nothing else to say.

1 comments:

beWILDerin_lyfe said...

Sometimes bereavement takes over our mind and creates that feeling within us. I think its important for us to take that feeling and synthesize it so we can discern what our mind seems to crave.

I think many of those so called "religious experiences" are the product of people becoming aware of their emotions.

Sometimes we need to feel sad if for no other reason than to FEEL sadness; thus enlightening us.

Love the Poem and most of all I appreciate the font size. :)

I hope this feeling of sadness is inconsequential and the positive energy continues to uplift you.

Keep Smilin'
-J