Solace, I love that word
It means “to find comfort in a time of difficulty or sadness”
The word by itself makes me think of hugs, warmth, light
Finding that light at the end of a dark tunnel
It also makes me think of being alone
Solitude, isolation, solemnity, detachment
I feel so detached from the world sometimes, completely disconnected from reality
My senses are dulled
My perception of the real world is distorted by isolation
By this forlorn nature of mine
But I like to think that
The only way to clearly define your own identity
Is to be completely alone
Being part of a group, part of the real world
sharing similar mentalities, empathizing and emoting with others
As much as I like it
It makes me feel like I’m losing myself
At a certain point, after reaching the peak of this fluid exchange of interactions
I’m lost
I have lost myself
Where did I go?
I can no longer express myself, I cannot exchange words with others
I cannot listen
I cannot touch
I cannot taste
I cannot understand anymore
I don’t know what to do
I am just an empty shell of my self
Escape is a burning hope
I cannot remain lost
I must take flight
Somewhere out of the way
The walls are closing in on me
This madness will soon consume me
I can feel it creeping in
like little fingers
forcing its way through the pores of my skin
clawing through my flesh
attempting to smother my body
I will not give in to this
I will not give up
I have never given up before
Go now
I’m moving
I don’t know where I’m moving to
but I’m moving
Direction is not a requisite to this escape plan
Just move
Find a place
Out of the way
Where no one can see me
Hide
Quickly, before someone sees me
It will all be over soon
It will all be over soon
Take my mind away from the real world
Let me step outside
Let me think about something else for a minute
Maybe think about the faces and shapes found in clouds
Or the formation of trees
Patterns with meaning
There are little stories everywhere
In the bracelet that was dropped on the pavement
In the half-drunken cup of coffee left on a bench
with wispy tendrils of steam seeping over the rim
In the smiling teddy bear
pink and fluffy
stained with mud
stuck in the grills of a drain
In the tone of people’s voices
In the way they stand
in their words
in their dress
But the way that people interact with each other
It’s just too intricate
So many different levels to think about
The connections that are made
The comparisons of behaviour
The way conversations seem to flow with ease
The subtleties of body language
Are they fully aware of themselves?
Or are they lost in this as well?
Maybe the difference is that they know they are lost
but they also know they have a map tucked away somewhere for easy reference
Or maybe it’s possible that they know exactly where they are and they don’t need a map
I envy the latter
My map was ripped apart
and is slowly being fixed
It’s different to how it looked before
It’s a growing patchwork of things I have encountered
I look at it regularly
But at times when I should look at it
I don’t
I try to be without it
but then I get upset when I realize I don’t know where I am
Let me look at this map
I know who i am
I know my place
I know where I am in relation to others
Now i can safely return back to reality
Don’t be afraid
Don’t ever be afraid
I leave my private world and return
I find solace
Solace, I love that word
It means “to find comfort in a time of difficulty or sadness”
I always manage to find it
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Hello Mercury! Welcome to YWS. I'm Carrie and I'm reviewing your poem
Wow, this poem is super-long, can't wait to really get into it *cracks knuckles*
Before I begin, though, I just want to let you know that the first rule here is that we try to keep the ratio of reviews to works posted 2:1 (so for every piece you post, try to have done at least two reviews).
Finished with the nit-picks (I promise)
Overall: I really did like this, I thought it was really insightful and you worded it well. It is very long, and looks a bit daunting, but that's not a bad thing. Actually, I give you lots of kudos for being able to write such a long poem and keeping focus!
About your subject. The feeling of disconnected-ness is so universal that everyone can relate to it, and so everyone writes about. So to stand out, one really must be original. And I think you did a good job of that-your use of metaphor is nice but not overdone. Also, I like the way you're disconnect or 'lost' but you take comfort in Solace. You did not stray into the 'Wah, I'm so lonely' kind of poem, which is common (and can be good if done well but isn't usually).
Okay, I'm finally done *phew* Hope you found this helpful.
And I can't wait to read more of your work! This one is getting a gold star.
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