Wilting me…

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Written as part of Sunday Scribblings 2, which offers the word “Teacups” as inspiration AND Wordplay #2 at A Prompt Each Day, which gives the word “Wilt” as inspiration for a post. Also sharing with The Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

Wilting me…

do I not wilt in this pressure?
sometimes it grows too heavy,
the world spins, and I let it to;
let go of it, says a voice inside,
and echoes in voices around me –
don’t start a storm in a teacup;
it doesn’t really matter to you;
yes, a part of that rings true,
but how can I not let clouds,
dark, ominous, of acidic words,
pour their drops over my soul;
for they were sent only my way,
to gnaw at every whole piece,
to take away every bit of peace.
I have been silent, and it shows,
for this, that storm too knows,
and breaks my heaven so slow.
oh, my mind wilts in this heat,
and I’m stuck, nowhere to go.

(© 8th June 2015)

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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.

48 thoughts on “Wilting me…”

  3. I can feel both the physical and metaphorical heat – an intolerable pressure..there is nothing worse than having nowhere to go to escape it…although maybe writing helps in some small way..i hope so
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  4. Yes, sometimes that pressure overwhelms and saddens. Especially when those dark and acidic words find one. Your poem is very well penned. My favorite phrase is “Don’t start a storm in a teacup.”
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  5. It is often.. that we feel.. when the pressure is too much to bear.. the silent screams rising up in our throats.. a feeling which can not be described.. in desperate search of hope!
    Well penned..

  6. Often it is best to humanise our ills and misfortunes so then we can battle them on our terms. We can call them fools or beasts and feel we have a chance to overpower them. Glad you have joined our SS2 community this week.

  9. Yes writing is therapeutic Vinay. Squeeze out the acidic words and you will feel lighter.

    • The feeling of foreboding is definitely not one I’d like to keep for long, but it seems heavier this time somehow. Trying to get back on track. Thanks for the appreciation, G L Meisner.

  17. we are wilting here in Trinidad and Tobago too, its was quite a hot Dry
    season, and the heat still lingers in this the early Wet Season

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love…
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  22. I’m not alright at the moment, so I’m blessed to read the echoing vulnerability I see in your poem.
    I think this was well-written.
    I’m tilting a honey-ed teacup in your honor.

    • When we’re not alright, it’s best to write it out as it is, I guess. It just came out as it was meant to.

      Glad you felt it to be well-written and thank you for the honey-ed teacup too, Cosmos Cami 🙂

  23. In this kind of situation, I find ( and it does not always happen) some kind words from just even one person can make all the difference. You then feel you are not completely alone and somebody is on your side.
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    • Yeah. In the end, that’s what made all the difference, Cressida . A friend notice that my mood was off, and pulled me out of that mood.
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