21.12.2019
Lift my eyelids to reveal
Me reflected in my own eyes.
The black orbs that some call brown,
The hidden thoughts some ungown,
The soul within that some call expression.
Lift my eyelids to reveal
My words reflected in my eyes.
Things I've said, some have praised;
My weaknesses, others embraced,
The impulse that they called reason.
Lift my eyelids to reveal
My dreams reflected in my eyes.
Soul, mind, and heart complete,
Contentment beneath my feet,
A peace they will call repression.
. . .
Oftentimes I have found that with all the intricacies and joys of human nature, comes a very involuntary tendency to give a name to something, to give it a quick identity, and this tendency limits the scope of that emotion or action. And when, an action or emotion is wrongly labeled, it causes friction. By friction, I mean unhappiness and feelings of self doubt and worthlessness in the recipient of the label.
For example, I have found people telling me I am repressing my feelings when all I'm doing is being quiet and feeling calm inside. And when this happened I found myself feeling confused and vaguely dissatisfied with myself and my ability to express.
This poem is an eventual conclusion that I have come to after much soul searching and seeking to understand myself, putting aside rough ideas gleaned from previous opinions or comments.
Lift my eyelids to reveal
Me reflected in my own eyes.
The black orbs that some call brown,
The hidden thoughts some ungown,
The soul within that some call expression.
Lift my eyelids to reveal
My words reflected in my eyes.
Things I've said, some have praised;
My weaknesses, others embraced,
The impulse that they called reason.
Lift my eyelids to reveal
My dreams reflected in my eyes.
Soul, mind, and heart complete,
Contentment beneath my feet,
A peace they will call repression.
. . .
Oftentimes I have found that with all the intricacies and joys of human nature, comes a very involuntary tendency to give a name to something, to give it a quick identity, and this tendency limits the scope of that emotion or action. And when, an action or emotion is wrongly labeled, it causes friction. By friction, I mean unhappiness and feelings of self doubt and worthlessness in the recipient of the label.
For example, I have found people telling me I am repressing my feelings when all I'm doing is being quiet and feeling calm inside. And when this happened I found myself feeling confused and vaguely dissatisfied with myself and my ability to express.
This poem is an eventual conclusion that I have come to after much soul searching and seeking to understand myself, putting aside rough ideas gleaned from previous opinions or comments.
This so beautiful
ReplyDeleteI love the refrain and the last stanza hits hard, I've never been in a similar situation but it's weirdly relatable. Also love the line "the hidden thoughts some ungown" love the metaphorical and real meaning behind it.
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