Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

vulnerability

  • My Voice

    My Voice

    Find your voice,
    They say.
    I have found my voice.

    They say pretend,
    Misunderstanding,
    Paper cuts on my soul.
    They sting, they bleed.
    This is not fine.

    My voice to you is
    Described as a whisper of a ghost.
    However, to me
    It is like thunder in my mind .

    When told to speak out loud by you,
    There are words that
    I must take from the deepest part of me,
    With every syllable
    Struggling against my throat
    And clawing to be let out.

    On the other hand,
    What you hear seems dry.
    But for me, it feels
    Like fresh wounds.

    But if I have to
    Call out to someone
    In the next room,
    I find myself falling into myself,
    And my voice coming out
    As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
    It leaves me panting, empty,

    Sometimes it sounds
    Like I’m yelling
    A cry in your ears;
    While for me this is an earthquake
    That breaks my soul.
    The effort leaves me gasping, drained.

    Peace is a soft shawl
    Within silence.
    At last,
    My mind breathes.

    In stillness,
    And in mute moments,
    I am complete.

    Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.

  • Assumptions: Unyielding Walls

    Assumptions: Unyielding Walls

    Those who assume
    Build walls of rigid truth,
    Brick by stubborn brick.

    Minds are locked gates,
    Beliefs are unshakeable.

    But those who offer
    Hold hands open to the sky,
    Ready to either catch starlight
    Or let it slip back to the void.
    They bend like reeds in others’ winds.

    I come to you,
    With my palms of possibilities.
    Not with demands, but wonder.

    I arrived with clay
    Waiting to be shaped.
    And my mind a blank page,
    Hungry for your colors.

    In my offering, I found
    Our true rhythm.
    Each note is a surprise,
    Each chord is a revelation.

    This music
    Of give and take,
    Of offer and response,
    Writes our song of understanding.

    In the space between
    Assumption and offering,
    Real connection grows.

    Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.