Memoir Poem: Liquid Rainbow Soul

Seoul Sister, ,

I think I broke

my ability to cry

it’s gone

I cried often and too long

during childhood trauma

into adulthood drama.

Now the sad faucet is locked

marked for oblivion.

Lost causes and heartache

have broken my wings

sound and vibrance

lost into a thousand

ten thousand hundred million

orbital things asking what am I?

Super tiny why

sparkling in the mud trying

macro mica

mind space

magical opera.

I am here

Nowhere

Now here

Lost in desert perfection

parched with no smiling

a dry spell wishing well

trying to remind myself

recognize the self-wonder

in liquid rainbow tears

streaming anonymously

sliding bliss weeping

a kaleidoscope of years seeping

waterfalling, rain breathing, bleeding.

Tears hold lost soul memories

wobbling spherical into the astral

as love light rose

in waterlight diamonds.

8 Comments

  1. Such a beautiful articulation of emotions. This truly was poetry in motion. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post, according to your convenience please do read some of my writings, would love to know what you think about them. 😊❤️

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  3. Beautiful, Judy ❤
    I, too, "cried often and too long / during tortured childhood / into troubled adulthood." Then, years later, while I struggled to raise my sons alone in Brazil, I realized one day that I had not cried in years.

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    1. Thank you Rosaliene, it gives me comfort that you understand too. I think we must have reset your inner coping system, maybe became desensitized in a way. I recently read an article that described a connection between very sensitive/empathic people and a link to depression; that makes sense to me. It also makes sense to be a writer or activist, it’s like a predisposed calling to be acutely aware of suffering/injustice/feelings. I now involuntarily cry (my eyes get watery) when I laugh, strange how it reversed, as if my tears needed to be utilized somehow.

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