Lion's Gaze

Every movement—
A tick—
A wrinkle—
Tears a new one in a heart that 
Beats to heal
And how I feel
I feel others there
They want a piece of it
They want to see how it heals
So they can break it again
To own what I am
To own what I think
What I love

It is 
A lion's gaze into an endless abyss
As fears resurface,
Desire devours

We pray for safety 
But we beg for danger to be rid
Of the monotonous pain
We laugh till life calls to arms 
Our suffering game

Why can't tears be for the brave?
Why can't hands hold the lonely?
Blooming the bruised damages
Why can't fear fuel the helpless?
Why can't hate succumb to acceptance?

I am never alone 
But I am a slave 
To the storms of sadness—
Hope is so easy—
Hope is so easy!
But what if reality can't live up?
What if I don't live up?
Will the gaze be up to the heavens
While I crumbled with the worms?
Will I look into your eyes one day
And see that the love once there has fled?
And will I spend the rest of my days
Chasing the clouds of your affection
Only to face thorny dead ends?

—We are monsters of possibility—
From the stalks of our successes
To the roots of our futility  

April 27, 2018

abuseangerangstcharactercrazyfree verse

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Honestly J.T.

August 7, 2018 at 4:19 PM

Awesome poem -JT

Laura Breidenthal

August 13, 2018 at 3:40 AM

Thanks JT. This one's close to my heart. A strange time in my life indeed. Still learning as it were. <3 ~Laura

Cary Snowden

May 29, 2018 at 10:32 AM

I enjoyed listening to you read this - much different than when I read it. Your passion comes through in your voice. Nice work. -Cary

Laura Breidenthal

May 30, 2018 at 11:45 PM

Thanks so much Cary Really glad you enjoyed it! <3 Always, Laura

Paul Callus

May 10, 2018 at 3:19 PM

Hi Laura...I think that doubt is what keeps one from moving forward. Yes, hope may seem so easy, but it is in believing that hope can become reality. ~ Loved your poem, and listening to your recorded intro gave it more meaning. ~ Regards // paul

Laura Breidenthal

May 15, 2018 at 1:57 AM

Your comment touches me, Paul. Thanks for gracing my page with your wise, encouraging words. <3 ~Laura

Frank Sheehan

May 9, 2018 at 12:32 PM

Wonderful write Laura. Very inspiring and powerful. The reading was fantastic. It really brings life to the words. Great work. Best wishes.

Laura Breidenthal

May 10, 2018 at 10:36 AM

Thanks, Frank, for the very kind words! <3~Laura

Susan Ashley

May 5, 2018 at 9:55 PM

Laura, I relished your recorded intro and loved the reading of your poem. I can relate to the vibe and the questions you pose in your beautiful, contemplative poem. There are so many nuanced poetic lines of lovely artistry and provocative introspection, especially, '-We are monsters of possibility- From the stalks of our successes To the roots of our futility' - what a deep, powerful and metaphorically wondrous way to end your compelling poem.. Warmest wishes always. ~Susan

Laura Breidenthal

May 8, 2018 at 10:53 AM

I am delighted to read your kind reviews on my poetry, Susan. You are much needed light for me this morning. I will be visiting your page real soon! Thanks again. <3~Laura