Tag: peace

Dark to Light

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I’m good at writing about the sad things

the bad things

It’s easy to find the words to describe the dark and lonely times and parts of my mind

But why can’t I find words for the light?

Why can’t I find words to describe how much

I long for your touch,

or the feeling when your arms tighten around me while you sleep?

How do I even begin to start

writing the peace I feel listening to your heart?

Or how it feels when you look at me, touch me, or say my name?

How do I describe how grateful I feel

knowing that you, the one I dreamed for, are real?

No matter how many times I begin

the words are never right in the end.

No words can convey how happy I am.

I’ve had a life of writing the dark things, and I never learned the words for the good.

My only option is to continue to try and find

a collection of words worthy of this man of mine.

©C O’Connor, 2018

Ironic

On By rantandrave3In art, observations, poetry, Rants, Uncategorized, writingLeave a comment

It is truly sad to think, that so many times the people who offer the most supportive and positive words, are the ones that battle with the darkest and deepest fears and inner demons. However, it is only because of their own struggle that they know what words to say. It is because of their own internal war that they know how to react to hearing the battle stories of others. It is both a curse and a blessing if you choose to see it that way. The choice is yours, but I choose positivity. I choose to use my own darkness to help others get through theirs. So that someday, hopefully, we can say we know what true happiness feels like. Together.

Judgement

On By rantandrave3In poetryLeave a comment

Have you ever known the air in your hair

or the touch of harm?

Have you ever known the wisp of breath

or heat of the sun?

Do you know the middle place of heat to cold

or the prayer not to get too old?

Do you know the wish for peace in a world

lost to war?

lost to ego

lost to pay

lost to the amenities to get through the day

They are lost in their own minds

They are focused on their own grind

They don’t even see you

not me

not see

no fear no feelings

fight or flight is dumbed down

muted

no running

sitting duck, ready to be rocked

ready to be obliterated

ready to fall

down below

where no one knows

the air, touch, wisp, or heat

where no pain, feels, or emotions seep

there is nothing, all new

I’ve known this hell. I’ve thrived there.

Have you?

©C. O’Connor, 2016