Thursday, January 28, 2010

Sick

If I claimed innocence, I would be lying;
Leave me to sleep, so easily...
Let me follow, no matter what.

I am ill- rather from a physical or spiritual illness I cannot judge. Perhaps it is both- but if it were, would it not just be spiritual?.. I know not. I just hate this feeling- the combined effect of hiding from a part of yourself, subtly at first but more drastically later plus the either dull or relentless ache of a soul out of harmony with what it is meant to be in-tune with. When this feeling comes, I always fear it shall never leave; when this feeling comes, I, like times before, feel that it could never leave. Yet experience shows that leave it does, after I surrender.. And things always turn out to be largely okay. I trust this time shall be much the same.

I might have solved it- I must have, at least a bit. But if so, why does my soul still dully ache for something?

This feeling, I tell you, is little better than the deprivation of joy and hope from life, with the exception that I feel this can and will pass, but to what end, I never shall know.

4 comments:

Marvin the Martian said...

I bet you're feeling better already. ;-)

Marvin the Martian said...

BTW, I have you in my blog-reader, so it lights up when you post, and I come over to say hi. I like the way you write, and I want to see things turn out well for you. You remind me of my daughters (only smarter and more eloquent). My daughters turned out well (mostly). I think you will too.

Let me know if you'd rather I not leave comments. ;-)

Arab-esque said...

A very well written piece, I wish you all the best!

Marvin the Martian said...

Half a month has slipped by, without a word! You are very busy, or you are slacking. ;-)))