Daily Post Prompt: Multiple Singularities

multiplesingularities

 
The same heart that beats
Within one’s breast
A conundrum, of sorts
Capable of multiple singularities
And we, but mere pawns
In this game called life
Know it not
Nor understand
The depths of feeling
That reside
Within our own hearts
On one side love, sweet love
Felt upon focus of a lover’s face
Felt within the touch of mother to child
A kindness there, fruitful
In that it gives and receives
In its own giving
And our heart rises
Brave soldier at attention
Our hearts overflow
And certain, we stand
That none has known
True love such as this
No brighter fire kept
. . . we love.
On the other, rage
The fire that burns
Within the chest
How do we fan its flames?
For some find comfort in its warmth
Yet others, are slowly misled
Like passion, sometimes we feel too much
And it becomes but a reaction
Where victims struggle beneath our touch
And deceit lies within our hearts
For we believe we stand
Upon altar of truth
Yet we stand on shaky ground
And in our pain, we lash out
And feel that none has felt our pain
Our wounds bore to the bone
And we want all to wither in our presence
For they have earned this, haven’t they?
They now stand witness
. . . to our rage.
And what about our sorrows kept?
Of broken promise or broken heart
Where are all those tears we’ve wept?
Some choose to tread not lightly
Perhaps they use, misuse, abuse
And we, their victims kept – unaware
Perhaps it is that life is unfair
We sleep beneath the boot
Of misunderstanding
Nowhere to fit in
And we claim that we don’t care
But we shiver in our hopes
To be understood
With feeling heart we loved
And now, we weep
And our hearts know
No greater sorrow than this
How can anyone ever understand?
We fall in sorrows embrace
Lie still, and hope that no one notices
And torrents rage from weary heart
Certain, we shall never find
What we feel we deserve
And thus, we whither
. . . in sorrows keep.
No greater ability
Lies within the flesh
Than feeling heart
And our very existence
Our very hopes –
Lie in how we use it.
Little do we know, that some feelings
Shall tear and fester at the very fabric
Of our souls
And yet others, carefully used –
Shall plant fields of hope.

© Sumyanna 2015

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: capable

Gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. A very passionate poem and I loved it. Tweeted it on @bakeandwrite.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Pissy Poet says:

    Love this. So full of emotion. Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much!

      Like

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