Submerged.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 17, 2015


I don't care about touch, what
chases me is not tangible but
lingers in possibility after fate
rings the church bells and I
stare up the tower - how my
hands are muted though I
reach for your voice to heal
me once more. But it is not you
who have baptized me, though
I praise your words for healing
me despite darkness and its
dirty mind games. I want the
river of you, to never fear that
I'll forget how to swim again.

How can I not be moved by
all you have done? I desire a
future where my eyes water
with clarity instead of despair.
You saved me from believing that
I would drown in an ocean too
big for my heart, eventually.

And I? I know I must eventually
set my dreams on my own guts,
but for now, it bleeds too much
for my veins to run

without you.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Mary has created a poem about relying on the strength, guidance and support from a greater power, in order to get you through the darkness. Now whether this greater power be a loved one, God, or something else which is a source of inspiration and fight, it does not matter. It is a poem which can be adapted into one's own life to fit their own situation/emotions. The ending is a truthful fact, in how we know we need to live a life for ourselves, to do things for our own benefit, but sometimes all we need is someone else there beside us, to believe in us, and for them to be the reason we fight through the darkness. A fantastic poem overall.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ziad Dib Jreige

    The torn structure
    and the waking up in the last stanza with a "?"
    is a well proof
    of a torn heart
    and true words

    best regards

  • 9 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Congrats on the win! I read this piece a couple of days ago. I am glad it won.

  • 9 years ago

    by alka mendiratta

    A very strong write.
    The poet is awakened to the truth as he realizes his own worth:

    "And I? I know must eventually
    set my dreams on my own guts,
    but for now,it bleeds too much
    for my veins to run

    without you."

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    The allegory is powerful. Whether or not it is religious it is layered.
    "What chases me is not tangible but/ lingers in possibility after fate/ rings the church bells ..."
    You so perfectly present the quandary: the "possibility" of what may come. The self-doubt that you portray comes from no lack of intent but realization that not all we do is predictable nor can we be smug about our future.
    In one way this is a devout agnostic stance, not through refusal to accept, as Thomas, but in realization that pride goeth before us throughout our lives.