Trembling,
Balancing on the edge
What happens if I fall?
Constant whisper,
Voices create an ongoing noise in my head
What happens if I don’t listen?
I fell,
the voices stopped calling for a while
When will I hit the ground?
Silence
so comfortable,yet I am so afraid
What if I hear something I haven’t noticed before?
Panic
A desperate need to escape
Who am I running from?
you tremble
ReplyDeleteyou try to find balance on the edge
there is this constant whisper
ongoing voices create in your head
you want to know what happens if you didn’t listen
you fell
for a moment voices no longer call
you wonder when you will hit the ground
silence
you feel comfort
much fear too
you wonder what if you heard
something you hadn’t noticed before
panic you feel a desperate need to escape
you want to know who you are running away from?
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is this the same poem? is this the same voice?
and if we were to put this in the third person, how will that shift articulate a new sense?
what happens when i hear my own voice coming back to me as someone else's?
how much substance is there to this voice that i call my own? by substance we are speaking of something that is immutable, that change doesn't affect. is ther any such thing in me that is immutable? or in the world? or does everything keep changing!
am i afraid of change?
is not part of what happens in me the resistance i put out to prevent this change from happening?
and what if i were to think of these moments when i fall as blessings on the road of being a human: that each time i fall i create an opportunity for somehting new to happen! something unexpected!
what if we looked at falling as another form of the unknown coming to our enounter?
that's what i hear when you say:
what if i hear something i hadn't notice before....
Something new happened. It was totally unexpected.
ReplyDeleteI took a step. Then a huge leap. I even fell.
I did not tremble, I balanced on the edge of comfort.
Unexpectedly I slipped and lost control.
The voices started calling me. My body did not respond.
Everything looked different from this point of view, yet it remained exactly the same.