I forget what it means to be clean,
from the inside out,
and the in-between.
I lose track so easily,
of what it means
to swim in gold rivers
and be set free.
I had let go of what it was to feel,
stings of passion,
in nature’s reel.
Through my fingers,
memories slipped
of pressing lips
and your finger tips.
I forget what it means,
to be anything than what this seems.
and what this seems,
is killing me.
Jess, really good piece, as usual. Much of this poem resonates with me. That feeling one gets that they have forgotten who they,what they are. The angst within thinking you are aware yet still in a state of unknowing is universal. Again really enjoyed it, thanks:)
Thank you so much Fred! I am glad you could relate and take something from it. I appreciate you stopping by. π
lyrical & poignant. love it.
Aw, thanks hot stuff! I appreciate you reading. π
I find this poem most reminds me of the moments when clarity and feeling come rushing back, and I realize just how trapped I had been. That moment when I see how easily I forgot what it was like to feel “clean, from the inside out,and the in-between.” When I recognize how long I have pulled myself under this time.
Thank you for helping me connect with that place again!
Thank you so much Molly and you are right, it is important to remember those pieces so we can have a clearer and more positive outlook. Connecting with our past in the present always makes for a richer future. ?
deep & gripping piece… really felt it..
Thank you Anthony! π
a very emotive piece jssica…and a hard place to be…to not feel…being numb…i was like that several months back…
Thanks Brian, always glad you stop by and read. xo
Lovely poignant piece, with a great ending: ‘and what this seems is killing me.’ There is much held within this write.
I appreciate you reading Elizabeth. π
Aahh.. intense and wistful.. and yet it has such a soft and musical feel to it…
Beautiful!!
You are too sweet Kavita!
Intense but sensual at the same time. Great piece. I could feel every word…
Wow, well written.
This feels like trying to remember a memory and the frustration that goes with it! I enjoyed.
Thank you Jeanne! π