I can't believe I'm doing this... marfanoidus: What things are unaltered by time?
What things exist
without being untested and unshaken?
In who we were, neither were prepared
for our journeys together.
When foundations wane, their buildings tremble.
When they perish, their buildings collapse.
What we built is no more, only now the rubble
of shattered dreams, wasted moments.
Finding life in the ashes of death,
only to the phoenix do such blessings belong?
Fire destroys what it can, yet strengthens what it cannot.
Only through its destructiveness can its creation be made real.
Our years and all they were
now lie in ruin.
For a time, so too did a part of who I was.
Hurt, anger, tears - fire unto the soul.
Stronger I now become.
What lies ahead is not to be found
in what lies behind.
Finding life in the ashes of death,
only to the phoenix do such blessings belong?
Destruction's trace is found in the ash around me,
and where fire's devastation enjoyed its course
I am still to be found.
Becoming more of who I am by having lost part of who I was,
perhaps in this thought my path is to be found.
Growth, where there was destruction.
Strength, where there was sadness.
What I am is not what I was,
nor what I will someday be.
Finding life in the ashes of death,
not only to the phoenix do such blessings belong.
Re:I can't believe I'm doing this... favoriteangel2003: Wow!!! Very powerful and brilliant! Thank you for sharing such a poem as this. I love it not only because it is great but because I can relate.... :(
Re:I can't believe I'm doing this... marfanoidus: Thank you.
I would like to say that if you can relate, you would be feeling ;D and not :(...
Splitting up was tumultuous, but it has been a learning and growth experience that I'm not sure I put into words.
For who I am, the process has forever altered me - in how I look at life, in how I think, in what I think of myself, in how I look at women now, and on and on and on. And all for the better.
walt
