At times I come undone
stitches holding fabric together
unravel, slacken
and I stumble
over the trailing pieces.
But it’s the mistakes I make
which make me human
fallible
fragile
As I curl into a ball from yet more pain
amid the other smoldering embers.
At times my soul reaches out too far
touches an emptiness of air
expecting something else to
meet me in the void.
Still…
The clock of life never stops
tick tock, tick tock
(Who invented clocks anyway!)
Other times
I can see through the mist clearly
that what is meant to be
…Is what exists.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with Caryy on Tuesday #135
Poetry Picnic #17
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A lot to relate to….a sad but beautiful one Daydreamer…
another powerful poem, sometimes life can swept us in the storm, but it also take spiritual strength or whatever realm you believe in to overcome it…amazing as always.
The final line says it all, DD. It’s gonna be how it’s gonna be, as my mom said. The mistakes we make DO make us human, and vulnerable, and in pain… yet all this is woven into a beautiful poem. Truth, in your hands, doesn’t seem to hurt quite as much. Brava. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/09/my-favorite-bouquet-correct-version/
But it’s the mistakes I make
which make me human
fallible
fragile..
so beautifully u described the true nature of human beings.
Loved it.
moving,
great showcase of your poetry talent, thanks for being supportive along the way.
O! what a sad piece from my WP sunshine!!!! 😦
this was heartbreaking, acceptance comes by so sadly (sigh!!!) well written but so sad!!!!
That first stanza really touched me. Lovely piece!
I can certainly relate to this one. An excellent write!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/mostly-about-the-past/
I loved this, especially this line is “But it’s the mistakes I make which make me human…” Nicely done, sweet lady.
Been at the wacky weed again I see!
What a sad poem, but so true (I think). Life brings sadness and happiness, so in this poem You can find also the happiness of life.
I hope your soul doesn’t get caught in a wind storm, reaching out that far it might blow away..haha…who know who invented clocks. The clock maker?