Times we search with the eyes of blindness,
To break these thickened walls called sadness.
For what is silence which brings no peace,
But a faded cry of an inside emptiness.
And yet the true season lies within,
And real the moves behind what is seen.
Janete Cabral October 1998
4 comments:
As always Janete you weave mournful sadness with the sense of a hopeful conclusion... it's nice to know someone who still believes in happy endings.
Hey Steve,
You know me... the typical introspective INFP, spending too much time in my head but eventual come out on the other side hopeful...I am a sucker for happy endings! Such as yourself :)
I wrote this poem in October 1998, a lifetime ago. But life has a funny way of showing us the path we should be following... All seems different and yet the same?
Janete
Janete, this poem describes brilliantly my entire year of 2009. I'm an extreme introvert, so I know well those voices in the head and how narrow those straights can be. Finding you on the vast sea of blogging I count as one of my blessings. Take care my friend and keep writing. Wishing you all the best!
Thank you for your lovely comment Tree. Finding you is one of my blessings too. Sometimes there is so much emotion and very little way to channel it.
As I am fairly laid back and happy go lucky kind of girl most people who meet me at first, miss "what lies beneath". But I guess we are like that....We all have history and baggage and imperfections.
Thanks Tree, you are lovely :) xx
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