I give shades
of happiness and love to all,
but my
emotions wilt like leaves and fall.
The truth
of life is hard to define,
to my fate
I resign.
I fill
hearts with hopes of new beginnings,
and get
crumpled beneath feet as forgotten wishes.
Stark
realities mark this world,
for it,
pain and hurt are just words.
I am the
source of lavish splendor,
deep within
I am fragile and tender.
No one
knows of my agony,
alone I
face this harsh reality.
Abundant
harvest, fruits I offer,
still
nothing ever in my fate alters.
I see them
slip moment by moment,
and pray
humbly for my atonement.
25 comments:
lovely write. after reading this, I feel an unusual connection to autumn.
This is so deep and so beautiful!
Often the person filling others lives with light, ends up feeling empty on the inside
We hide our vulnerabilites and pain. I've never quite decided whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. But most mortals, seem inclined to only expose a bit of ourselves to others.
Oh wow, Vandana this is truly beautiful :)
Moving & tender, Vandana.
Nicely expressed.
i have felt this....recently.....the giving..and yet at the same time feeling the emptying of yourself...and you have to be careful not to run dry....
i think that, on the inside, we are all fragile. this poem invoked a brilliant, lonely vulnerability for me. lovely work!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
I admire the contrast of the autumn's abundance with the loneliness inside ~ Too bad no one appreciates your lavish love & happiness ~ We are all fragile and tender inside ~
You have really given Autumn a voice, Vandana, and will think of her voice today when I am out in nature enjoying Autumn's splendor.
Beautiful poem, Vandana. I like the generosity and the frailty we see in your words.
there's beauty in giving to others - giving generous of ourselves - we just have to be careful to be filled again before we run dry
It's so true that the ones that give the most often receive the less..and i only think that it is human nature to expect those who give so much to have enough...
What they don't realize is it is often those who give the most..where just a thank you..is a blessing above all others..just to know...
someone cares.
Wonderful sense of sitting with pain and moving through it in an honest way--beautifully done!
You touched on an important aspect of the season...we lose energy, need to save more in our roots, prepare for leaner, colder days, just like autumn...but sometimes it's the squeaky wheel that gets the oil, and some of us don't like to squeak but need to say something to let someone know when something is unfair,,suppose there are tactful, humorous ways to do it...
Somehow we always imagine autumn as the slayer of the summer, but there is a tender point .. protecting us from the future winter dirge that we tend to miss..
I enjoyed the tender humility in this piece Vandana - With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
sometimes it is hard to show who we really are... nice capture of those thoughts
One lives by the rules as determined by the alMighty Providence! One needs only the solace to be accorded the salvation! Great write Vandana!
Hank
Very beautifully written...the contrasts are so profound.
Beautifully written....I love the contrasts in this poem.
How wonderful that you have championed Autumn, who needs a patron. Too often I think of Fall as a colorfully painted attractive tart that lures us to her lair, only to slam the door of ice, & force snow on us to slack our thirst. But our metaphor is sterling, & being the victim several times of scam artists, & consciousless con men, I do need to remember that it is the giving, the open heart that trumps the tragedy.
Such generosity! I wanted to encourage the lead character to give freely to herself. She deserves it.
Beautiful poem. I could relate to the first two verses. Very true sometimes.
"crumpled beneath feet as forgotten wishes."
I love the phrasing of this, the allusion to dry leaves underfoot. Lovely capture of the season.
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