Long Self reflection Poems
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Self-awareness is very important for me
to perceive and understand things, matters,
issues that come up that are important to me,
in using my senses, experiences and beliefs.
Sometimes when I’m in my psychological state,
focus on myself or in the state of self-reflection,
I remember how rundown I was for many years
and how feeling rundown would come and go.
Some of the rundown episodes were very difficult,
like feeling you don’t want to do what you need to do.
You just want to leave everything, everybody you love,
to start over again someplace, where nobody knows you.
Sometimes the silence is so deafening, like irritating noise
that you want to run away from while covering your ears.
You are just so tired physically, exhausted emotionally,
sick of almost everything that is so mentally draining.
You just keep going, going through the motions like a robot
because you must, but deep inside you just want to escape,
be free from work, responsibilities, obligations, just for a while
to take time, a break for yourself, recharge and be back refresh.
Those years of discriminations in various positions I held.
Those years of being a single mother, raising the children,
making sure they had a roof over their head and food on
the table and maintaining and taking care of the finances.
Those racial issues, family issues, financial issues could put
a toll on your body, your spirit, your emotions running you
down physically and could be burning you out mentally.
Being rundown is not easy, but your will can put an end to it.
Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession
Of a failing in the means to find answers
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows
Of ornate painted glass
The visage, like the empty pews
Of a magnificent cathedral
Of agonizing sorrow
that which never ends
Blunting the edge of indescretion
I will find no relief
Ceaselessly lamenting
dismally spiraling
Into loathing lol self reflection
Catatonically stricken
By the weight of calamity
Ironically symbolized
To illustrate a trend
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
mortality, transcendence
I am wretched, I am divine.
Dance the line that connects the two.
To know myself is to know you too.
Do the work then reflect it in actions
then sit in peace and dissect the fractions
to make them whole.
Pole to pole.
Make a gift of the love you stole
and give you more.
It wont be like before.
I have found a new direction,
a light inside to offer protection.
Self reflection, good thought and deed
to gently gather all that I need
and with practise and time,
strengthen this power line
to my infinite nature,
the great adventure, the love,
the still between the push and shove,
a righteous lightness of kindness and flow.
Free to go below
and not get caught in the undertow.
Not get bought or sold or trapped in glue,
down there where the light struggles to get through.
I'll hold a space for you.
We can share it.
My love for you makes it easy to bare it
and when sadness lingers and I cant see the sun
I'll put fingers on fingers and thumb to thumb
cultivate love for those who hate,
who steal the food from off my plate
that I might replace the food that they ate
and we will eat
until we are no longer
topsy turvy and driven by hunger,
hidden in anger not living in wonder.
Let this be that which sets me free for the giving
so that I can go on living this way,
giving it away
without the losing.
What’s stopping you
From being the person
Who you want to be
In this crazy world
That we all live in?
What’s stopping you
From reaching the mountain top
To complete every goal
That you have?
What’s stopping you
From living your best life?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you
From being creative
Through art?
What’s stopping you
From being creative
Through music?
What’s stopping you
from being creative
through textiles?
What’s stopping you
From being creative
Through writing?
What’s stopping you
From living your best life?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you
From traveling?
What’s stopping you
From becoming an athlete?
What’s stopping you
From reaching for the stars?
What’s stopping you
From living your best life?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you?
What’s stopping you
From living your best life?
When the answer comes
You won’t have to ask yourself
What’s stopping you anymore
this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror
would likewise beat it behind the mask
ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy
for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean
in this
black or white
whirled wide webbed world
whereby hypnosis breaking news
like dangerous butterflies effects
ben tormented thus this earth song
time and again experience ye that doth
give in to me
sans like a loved one
gone to soon
but my spirit does want to heal the world
for tis only human nature
to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet
all a jam and smothered
yet...please keep the faith
and keep your head up
for tis much to soon
to erase off the wall
memories
that perhaps one day in your life
pretty young thing
would will remember the time
happiness did roll and rock with you
like a rockin' robin
though now ye rankle
like a stranger in moscow
concluding supposed guardian angels
they do not care about us
minor bit players on the global stage
self reflection finds me wondering
if this is it
blinded by unasked for fate
to be blinded in the limelight
haint no thriller
cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh
like...paris in springtime
then upon winter of moi descent
into the dimension beyond life
wondering if you will be there.
A single pill rests on the counter--
quiet, small, almost polite.
I told myself it would stay that way.
But days grew thinner,
hours frayed at the edges
and the quiet promise began to hiss.
Friends laughed. I nodded.
My reflection wavered in the glass,
someone familiar yet gone.
The pull was slow - like water eroding stone,
soft at first, then urgent, unstoppable.
I chased the calm it offered,
unmindful of the shadows it left behind,
the nights pulsing with my heartbeat,
the mornings hollowed and quiet.
One day, I reached for air instead...
for the sharp taste of morning,
for voices that held me without judgment,
for a hand that said;
“You are not this. You are still you.”
Healing does not arrive in a flare.
It creeps softly, day by day
teaching the heart to see once more,
to taste the colors that were dimmed,
to carry the weight of the world
without letting it break the soul.
I am the writer, reader, and spectator.
Lying down in your arms, my eyes wander.
Just look into your eyes in quiet solitude;
My tears say all in this interlude.
My small victories—chess and writings,
My journeys to places where I chased my cravings.
You see it all and understand without judging,
Like the few who backed me and keep me hoping.
I remember the shiverings of my fingers and fear.
I endure and live in moments far from dear.
I crave true friendships, togetherness without filters,
Recall my missed ambitions and my refuge in pleasures.
I look to restart, refresh, and gather my straws.
I fear to look back on fifty years’ scars.
You gaze at me with tears of compassion,
I seek refuge in you to pour my passion.
By Suresh M Iyer
‘Reborn here now without baggage’
But I had to do a lot of self-reflection.
I thought I was unfixable and damaged,
I changed my thinking, got a new connection
However, I know I’m not perfect at all,
Reborn here now without baggage.
Now I’m able to stand tall after a fall,
I put me first and I don’t like cabbage.
I don’t focus on my failures, my personal adage,
Changing my perspective brought healing.
Reborn here now without baggage,
Accepting myself is such an amazing feeling.
Each day that I live, it’s with purpose,
New lease on life, I'm the whole package.
A worthwhile voyage (mind, body, and spirit )for us
Reborn here now without baggage
Listen. Today i lost my voice -- it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants. If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience. Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it's sharp and exquisite edge.
Listen.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.
:: 09.11.2020 ::
The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything
It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin
She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks
It shines brighter and brighter
The dew illuminated with the power of the sun
Everything around buzzes with the recharge of a new day
Everything but her
Volatile thoughts burrow through every cell
Leaving her empty filled only with the brisk sweet air
White knuckle grip on the rusty swing slowly creaking in the breeze
Time stops for a moment as the birds go quiet and the squirrels hold their breath
The silence was deafening so she screams
She screams out every breath she has ever taken-
She screams with every ounce of strength left in her-
She screams out all the sorrows, all the pains, all the contradictions
Gasping relieved from the build of feminine rage
She sobs out the anguish of unrealistic self expectation
She sobs in quiet determination to feel better or at all
She sobs to release the leash wrapped around her heart which keeps her tied to poise
Sighing she breathes deep even breathes of the fresh morning air
In and out
In and out
She breathes in the peaceful calm of the perfect morning
She breathes in self reflection of her beauty
She breathes in lost ideals of enoughness
She breathes out the snide backhanded comments
She breathes out the monstrous detrimental molds that she’ll never fit into
She breathes out the self hatred and regret and loathing
Stilling she looks around for the first time since she laid down and clung hopelessly to the swing
She smiles taking in the pink and purple watercolor sky
She smiles noticing the slight breeze ruffling the viridian leaves
She smiles as the the electric light beams which zap through the tree branches-
They dance around the ground and all over her body in waves
For the first time in a long time she remembers herself
She remembers herself more than just a woman
She remembers herself more than just a sister or a daughter
She remembers herself more than just a friend or a lover
She remembers herself below the depression and angst
She remembers herself as a person internally whole
She had forgotten her inevitable strength
She vows to never forget herself again
Standing in the warmth of the spring sun-
She laughs