bring me back

Am silent..

This sounds like a kind of Nightmareish dream! Powerful but dark! Filled with resolve, but, at the same time, dripping with depression... I'm not sure if I truly understand it, certainly don't want to try to judge it, I'm a casual observer, looking in through a window with concern for the wellbeing and personage of the writer, & that is my major concern... Is all well on the "Western front"?

But I would like you to judge it
Afterall its just a poem ;just a commotion of words picked from thoughts
The writer would appreciate what the readers think of her work...

With love, care, & concern... Born out of a true desire to see you smiling your biggest Princess smile, I will "Bring (YOU) back", I will lift you gently up upon the winds of universal time! Then I will whisper age old words of Biblical nature into your ear as I gently, but firmly, throw you into those very same winds to see you rise majestically into the proverbial airwaves of life with a new resolve! Knowing that what I caringly whispered to your mind is truth!
"He (Or she), who waiteth upon the Lord shall rise up with wings of an eagle, and shall run & not be weary, & shall walk, & not be faint"! You, my little Princess deserve to fly!

Crystall,
It's so powerful how you exchange physical suffering for emotional pain in this piece. It doesn't escape me that you allude to 'self-abuse' and self destruction in the face of your 'invisibility' to the person you love. This is loss. This is apathy. This is begging with no response.

I love your description of 'wings', and the significance of them....of either ripping them off or never having had them. Your mention of the devil is a sharp contrast to your existence as an angel. To lose your wings means to lose your position as an angel...perhaps the loss of innocence as well. You question whether you were ever angelic...if you were ever innocent or riotous. And even if you were, it's been removed.

Your first line is amazing..."Thy room shall be my heaven in hell". That's so counter intuitive and twisted; so hard to fathom. And yet, the relationship with your lover is the same. And apathy is as painful as physical torture, which you describe so vividly! Still you stay...crippled, you try to persevere ...you cannot leave him.

In the end, you want to be reborn (brought back) because the 'old have met their new companions.' You feel discarded. You can't move on.

This is so emotionally charged! So personal! So moving...
and there is healing in writing

Oh! My bad...
(yes, I see that now...smiles)

I come to expect wonderful images and twisted intensity from you. This piece is all that with emotional ties we can all relate to in the internal struggles we find ourselves enduring until we overcome them and find our wings. Thanks for sharing, C. ;)

Crystal this was a emotional piece. I felt every word, and emotion from this piece. So much hurt, pain, sorrow, and struggles. I feel as if you wrote this piece out of personal pain or inner struggles? I hope whatever you may or may not be struggling with- that you find peace, serenity, and God's love...
I love that you shared this with us, my apologies for getting to read this so late. It is a very emotional piece. I love it...Thank you

Ouch : (
An all too familiar pain that keeps me company when I'm alone and left with my own thoughts.