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Epiphany in Solitude

Poetry By: Eskay Miras
Poetry



The first poem I EVER wrote. Written after I had to leave home and live in Wales for 2 years :|


Submitted:Mar 1, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   


Epiphany

The silence is deafening, and

The feeling lacks articulation.

I am incomplete, a mere fragment of life.

Emotions flow like a river of fire,

And loud whispers of my hearts desire

Echo heavily around me. Calling

Calling

Calling to no reply.

I have only Nostalgia as my abstract companion.

An eddy of forgotten faces finally found and

Brought back to life; an answered orison

To question is to doubt, and

To doubt is to destroy Faith. Faith

That keeps me anchored against the will to fly-

A heavy feather. C'est moi, non?

If I could shout into the intimacy of night,

To the Moon,

And Stars,

If I could shout to the rising Sun

With its glory of reborn blaze,

Then I utter my bankrupt creed: I exist.

But Mother Nature drowns my voice.

The crashing of the stream,

The singing of birds. All joyous

Mocking.

But then I feel! I touch. O, sweet softness,

O mother of comfort, O bringer of merriment!

My heart beats the rhythm of love

Each beat awakening my hibernating senses.

I see. I hear.

I finally understand.





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