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Good tidings!
#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
That was the land of the forgotten,
inhospitable, infertile and alien,a sore spot on the beautiful face of earth,that no falling Angel or soaring God could conquer, a wasteland reborn, where shadows beings born bred more ghouls, gorgons, ghosts and demons,
they roamed around as the sirens sang aloud!!
Those creatures of the dark who were
invisible most times to one another,
yet conspicuously true to themselves,
blatantly branded bad by bystanders,
but had always wanted some more soul,wandered free and away from judgement!!
That was my heartland, a terrain all too- unpredictable, unmatched, unmoored,with valleys of vows and cold mountains high covered in silence, heated doom dormant inside of geysers, a forest of mayhem and misery, and one delta of tranquility amidst a sea of sadness!!
It was a land all too remarkable yet remained singular, no tribulations and no trespassing occured there, because people believed the word of mouth, to go near that land, where upon entering one was blessed with a life of solitude, breathing in the air untainted by anything foul and living, no malice was found there, but a strange stillness that stayed!!
That day, I had decided to journey far, above and beyond all my reservations that kept me locked out of my own core, the part of me I best kept hidden,like the moon, choosing light for the parts she was ready for others to see, the rest was kept in veil, locked away in the direction of darkness, away from imposing and prying eyes, because she knows not many can learn nor love that what is a little too broken, or to not dismiss the parts and deem them worthy when the world revels in that what is whole!!
I pass the solemn valley and the scale the misty mountains,
I tread the hot springs and the deep forest and reach the wavy shores when I see the footprints,of that someone who made a home from my heart,
who crossed their own ocean to reach me and my piece of land, I see a silouette of a sail in the water around me, already nearing the horizon, that land between the sea and sky where everything better resides, so I bid him farewell as my tears season the sea, I wave goodbye and shout-
Good tidings,my love!
❤️🌼
© the_acataleptic
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
That was the land of the forgotten,
inhospitable, infertile and alien,a sore spot on the beautiful face of earth,that no falling Angel or soaring God could conquer, a wasteland reborn, where shadows beings born bred more ghouls, gorgons, ghosts and demons,
they roamed around as the sirens sang aloud!!
Those creatures of the dark who were
invisible most times to one another,
yet conspicuously true to themselves,
blatantly branded bad by bystanders,
but had always wanted some more soul,wandered free and away from judgement!!
That was my heartland, a terrain all too- unpredictable, unmatched, unmoored,with valleys of vows and cold mountains high covered in silence, heated doom dormant inside of geysers, a forest of mayhem and misery, and one delta of tranquility amidst a sea of sadness!!
It was a land all too remarkable yet remained singular, no tribulations and no trespassing occured there, because people believed the word of mouth, to go near that land, where upon entering one was blessed with a life of solitude, breathing in the air untainted by anything foul and living, no malice was found there, but a strange stillness that stayed!!
That day, I had decided to journey far, above and beyond all my reservations that kept me locked out of my own core, the part of me I best kept hidden,like the moon, choosing light for the parts she was ready for others to see, the rest was kept in veil, locked away in the direction of darkness, away from imposing and prying eyes, because she knows not many can learn nor love that what is a little too broken, or to not dismiss the parts and deem them worthy when the world revels in that what is whole!!
I pass the solemn valley and the scale the misty mountains,
I tread the hot springs and the deep forest and reach the wavy shores when I see the footprints,of that someone who made a home from my heart,
who crossed their own ocean to reach me and my piece of land, I see a silouette of a sail in the water around me, already nearing the horizon, that land between the sea and sky where everything better resides, so I bid him farewell as my tears season the sea, I wave goodbye and shout-
Good tidings,my love!
❤️🌼
© the_acataleptic
