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No Shaking Words

Not once did I fall, but countless. Words shaking, fearing the tender, touch of clouded mystery. Should the mind's waters, spill from the glass, to whom will it fall, the good or the bad? The grains of my sand, are the pieces of the void, where my mind treaded always. It is kept in my chest, with a lock in my heart, that should someone wish, to steal my sand, it will be futile. I will protect, what streams from my soul. For, once before, everything nearly costed, my Soul.

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Karen Jones

Date: 10/2/2023 9:01:00 AM

This is deep and thought provoking. I enjoyed the word choice especially "Should the mind's waters, spill from the glass, to whom will it fall, the good or the bad?"

Yehoshua Yochanan
Date: 10/3/2023 4:17:00 AM

I'm glad you like it!. Actually, this is a poem I have written a long time ago, and I must admit that I nearly forgot what it meant if I didn't post it. Even now as I read it again, I began to recall the emotions that have driven me to write this poem. Especially the part: "The grains of my sand, are the pieces of the void, where my mind treaded always. It is kept in my chest, with a lock in my heart, that should someone wish, to steal my sand, it will be futile"