Dream Awareness - Quiet Reflection
Written: April, 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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From a deep weariness of the soul
to the discomfort embedded in our bones.
From shadowy areas arises brightness,
where silhouettes move with heavy steps,
in collective hardship and spirits.
Answers quietly gather strength
as ancient trees bent by tempests,
we persist, rise, and exacerbate
bitter tendrils creep in
despite our competition,
we uncover compassion.
Each tear plants seeds of hope,
and each sorrow bestows resilience
joyfully dissatisfied
We embrace life's cynicism,
and appreciate health and love.
I find myself under the stars
envisioning undefined tomorrows
joyfully exasperated, caught in a paradox,
possibilities for dance remain unseen
regret overshadows happiness
I feel as a mere shell of my true potential,
I cherish the journey, but are we there yet?
Being aware while dreaming
Self-made and unconventional,
Creating space for endless quiet reflection
Restless yet serene,
dreams surpass slumber,
Despite my fears,
I'm thankful for numerous blessings.
In autumn foliage, I meander
highlighting the raw murmurs,
heavy branches weigh on tall trees,
a sense of lightness resides beneath
In the dwindling afternoon chill
hidden awareness warms me
wisdom-laden peaks ascend
their spires caress celestial aspirations
I recline with every step
surrendering to the present moment
my heart is uncertain
joyfully dissatisfied, I rise.
I rise
amid contradictions,
I remain alone in my space
a walking mystery
craving social acceptance
akin to a shadowy river
it frustrates me
fears from inner demons freeze me
at night, people seek solace through prayer
such as fog, joy eludes our grasp
hypocrisies fracture my thoughts
overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy
Inner and outer voices scream at me
I'm on the dividing line
between purpose and lack of direction
labels from superficial onlookers
prejudices and anxieties lower my worth.
Elevating others clashes
with shortcomings
Refusal to see oneself as a victim
while feeling victimized
I hear society's harsh judgments
racism brutal grip on the spirit
seeks a voice amid chaotic crowds
a genuine freedom to decide
Isolation breeds richness
uniformity confines
an oddity in a
role-oriented world
anger is reasonable but damaging
scars are hidden beneath visible wounds
silently enduring,
often contemplating escape
Invisible chains restrict interactions
the struggle with societal norms is intense.
Dark clouds from the north
gather swiftly.
casting a shadow over the sapphire
sky with sorrow.
the rumbling thunder is overwhelming
a strange chill runs down my spine
a soft knock echoes at my door
I hear murmurs within my walls
eerily repeating my name
years of joyful discontent
freezing my transgressions
in serene solitude
a bleak mist covers
this crumbling sanctuary
peering through the curtains, I see despair
crimson roses in
my once-opulent garden,
ashy, soaking into the earth.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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