This poem feel rigid, if that makes sense. The dark side of a person, whether it is depression, a real bad past or anything else is somewhere within us. Like peddles trickling down within us “sorrowful waterfall”. Bruising us. They even accumulate and form walls. It’s like we are imprisoning ourselves, within ourselves. And then the beautiful ending, that’s almost frees you, but still brings you back to where you started and you again.
A really moving piece, filled with worn out emotions.
But I see hope and a fighting spirit in this!!!
"Wildflowers can't grow
if you refuse to let it rain my love-"
Good heavens, my heart!
As always, your verses are beyond moving and I feel so much of your soul in this, the way you feel weathered after time, trying to combat the negativity, the sorrow that keeps reaching you.
So much depth in this. I adored the simile of the negative thoughts being like pebbles. Eventually, they will erode and block any other path, any chance at remaining joy. So, there's that realization that the pebbles must be let go, because that release may open up more room for pain and sorrow later, but hopefully there is some healing too during the process.
Imagery was spot on and insightful as well as heart-tugging.