Slow Motion

by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex   Oct 20, 2013


Take a deep breath; ah, doesn't that feel nice?

A step forward - what? Solid ground?

The other foot;

Ah; solidity at its finest: Gravity.

A foundation, built by hands more than familiar to me; the ground feels solid, beneath my feet.

Yet, the familiarity prickles in my hands, where touch has never been anything less than comfort. But, my feet were not so familiar and when both feet were planted firmly on the ground -

I falter. One foot forward, the other cautious - but curiously - following behind;

Slow motion wasn't intended for me - moving so fast, my step fails me, I nearly felt back in the clouds, where there is no direction, drifting towards nothing.

...But, with my feet on the ground, I had a direction with gravity, and that was only down - my hands couldn't talk their way out of force, hands are for feeling, force is the gravity pulling against my body, bringing me to solid grounds, bringing me down from the clouds, from familiarity..

..While keeping me on on my own two feet. I wasn't used to feeling the ground, solid, beneath my feet, I was used to feeling my way around in the dark, going off what I could touch.

Quickly, the foot that first steps forward, replaced my other's faltering step; I stumbled forward, but never lost all my balance -

My feet are planted firmly on the ground, and that's where I intend to keep them.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    I'll try my best to give what I think here.

    I believe what you are saying is that it feels nice to get out in the world and just breathe for once. That's how I think you started out here. It's very interesting to see a poem written like this though. I love how you seem to say that it's hard to take that first step forward and it does feel like you are walking in slow motion at times. The past does slow us down and makes it feel like the world is crushing us. I also love the cloud lines how you are drifting toward nothing at all. Sometimes we all feel that way though.

    When we feel like we are floating in the clouds ( I think you are saying being happy) the world does pull us down. We are familiar with being happy we are shocked when depression gives us a wake up call. We are never used to the darkness completely surrounding us at all. So when we finally have one day of a lil happiness we have to treasure it. Anyways overall I like this poem a lot as it says in my mind how much our emotions play with us. 5/5