I lost myself
in the mazes of my mind.
I forgot the world around me
in the whisperings of my heart.
There was so much to hold me captive
in the realms no one could see.
Soft glowing windows;
laughter and song.
Cold moonless streets;
betrayal and fear.
Tattered parchments of legends old;
treason and sacrifice,
hope and despair.
Brothers and fathers
mentors and kings.
Flashing steel glints in the rain.
Hooves thunder through the storm.
Dawn hushes in breathless anticipation;
watchful eyes flit through the gloaming.
Fireflies glitter at dusk.
Blood spilt across the snow;
silent tears like morning dew;
laughter mingles with morning songs.
Wraiths and phantoms watched in array.
There were so many to care for,
breathing in a land of their own.
Trapped behind ink and dusty paper,
waiting to be set free.
I took a pen and unlocked their chains.
I watched and learned and wrote.
And somehow I forgot the world
was so much larger
than the echoes of my mind.
It slipped away so softly
I didn’t see it go,
Until I woke and saw the sun
glint through a wall of glass.
Life continued on the other side,
with a shadow of who I was.
But behind my laughter and smiles
I’d become ensnared
in chains of my own design.
I forgot so quickly,
the ones I’d set out to help.
I lost my focus,
for a realm I could control.
The world was so much larger
than the horizons of my mind.
It bled and wept and hurt
beyond the crystal truths I had built.
The words inside my head
held so much for me to say.
But unspoken they were only a key
waiting for deeds to set them free.
So I took them in my hand,
I spread the dreams out wide;
I took what I had stored
and sowed them with each breath.
One by one the shuttered windows,
slipped loose their protecting bars.
Whispers echoed in the wind
and the shadows let me in.
The world is so much bigger now
it grows every day.
Yet still I hear my my own creations
murmur softly in my ears.
But now it’s part of something larger.
A single piece
in a game that two must play.
It is a blade to cut the lies,
a key to fit in a silver lock,
a mirror to show things as they really are.
The harmony of a song that echoes beyond the stars.
So pretty. 🙂
Thanks.
Did I mention this is incredibly relateable?
Perhaps. 😉
I often get caught up in my own story worlds too. This is a lovely reminder for me to stop and look at the world God created, which is infinitely more beautiful than any land I could imagine in my books. 💛
Yes! It is so easy to be caught away in story and writing. I have to make sure to refocus every now and then.
Woooooow. Wow wow wow. It’s… it’s so beautiful. *Quickly wipes away a tear* I can’t stop reading this. Thank you, Hope ❤
*blushes* thanks.
Ah, I love this.
Thank ye, m’dear
Eep yes this is epic. <3 I love it so much, Hope.
It’s probably one of my favorite poems so far – at least of the poems I share publically.
So beautiful and inspiring. A warning of the delightful, a hope to spread what you keep locked away. Just lovely, nice job!
Thanks. 😀
YASSSSSS, HOPE!!! YASSSSS! I mean *serious cough* I really enjoyed this. *civilized clapping* *lapses into cheering and confetti throwing* Keep it up!! 🙂
*grins* *bows* *brushes off confetti* Thank you!
Lovely, Hope. Well done 🙂
I loved it! My problem is often with books (getting lost in other people’s imaginary worlds) but sometimes in my own, too (I confess, I don’t write as much as I ought to…). Anyway, this is amazing and relate-able. Thanks!
(I was trying to use the word relateable because Kate did it above, and I thought it was a great word, and then my computer told me that both “relatable” and “relateable” are not words… so I used a hyphen. 🙂 I hope that works!)
My computer told me the same thing… I guess that just makes me a rebel. ;P
Who cares what the computer says? XD
I liked this 🤗
You… liked it? What happened since then? XD
Hope, this is absolutely stunning. And so true. Thank you for offering this to us!
I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Is it a compliment if I say that reading this makes me want to start writing poetry? I didn’t know something could sound so beautiful yet be so relatable at the same time. I love it.
Do it. I didn’t start writing poetry until this summer. I still don’t write it often, but I do enjoy it.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hooooooowwww???????
My poems are not even that cool. How can people get this into their brains, and then write it in a way that makes linear sense?!??
Frankly, I don’t know. I write when I’m emotional or struggling with something and I write from experience. I can’t just sit down and make it happen on some random topic.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us, Hope! This is so beautiful! Something about it just seems so based in reality, while at the same time being metaphorical enough to make you think!
Yes, I love thought-provoking things. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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