often I wonder,
with this skeptical heart, I pray
for this life, night and day;
on the edge of the sword,
without the slightest control
of how the journey will unwind.
I wish I could be bold;
but even on that ninth cloud,
a fear always shrouds:
what if I fall down in a heap?
on the threshold might be…
dreams on one side,
hopelessness on the other.
in this skeptical heart
where myriad emotions reside,
joy, despair, anger, even pride,
with sighs, often I wonder:
why only fear saturates?
do I tell myself once more
that all of this is but fate?
Shared with Sunday Whirl (Wordle 104), Poets United (Poetry Pantry), Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (Open Link Monday), d’Verse Poets (Open Link Night) and as participation for Blogging from A to Z Day 13 = Letter M..
(April 15th, 2013)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Fate is a cruel word … well penned emotions !!!
Cruel, but on the dot too. Thanks, Amrit.
Beautiful and I read a long poem from you after a loooooong time!!
Loved this one immensely!! You have outdone yourself here…. 🙂
Thanks and glad you felt so, Nanka 🙂 I’m mixing the haiku and long poems this month. 😛
I like the way you use the questions in this poem.
Glad you liked it, Adriana.
Fear is the great crippler. It sits heavier on some than others.Heavy weight to throw off! Good poem.
It saddens, and then brings down. Thanks Cressida.
Hi Leo ~~ I like this idea of praying with a skeptical heart. A little like perhaps the prayer might or might not be answered.
Your prayer is for healings and protection like. Mine, tongue in cheek was for a lot of stuff, big stuff. Surely all that stuff really was not needed.
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Maybe it wasn’t. But sometimes, the big stuff do seem little and the little stuff, big. Thanks, Jim 🙂
I don’t believe I’ve ever read a long poem from you…very nice indeed.
Full of emotion and well written.
Peace
Siggi
Thanks, Siggi.
I think we all become saturated in fear from time to time… we forget the spaces in between when it returns. Lovely poem.
We do. But that feels normal at times. Though it isn’t. Thanks, Laura.
A not so silent plea from a skeptical heart. As long as we are skeptical we won’t be disappointed if prayers aren’t answered , except that doesn’t work does it? A good write,,,
Doesn’t always work that way, Elle 🙁 thanks.
You deftly share fear and anxiety about control and future. On a personal note, I remind myself that fear is the opposite of love and find it easier to release the notion of being afraid.
It’s a returning concept, Kim, with life. Thanks.
Fate can one alter fate a skeptical heart.. You leave questions in the readers mind to ponder..well done
Thank you and glad you liked it, Truedessa!
Something to think about…
patterns don’t free us
Indeed, Gautami!