MarkL15
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journey
I need to take this soul and leave,
scrubbed my hands until they bleed,
tried to wash away the pain,
as it returns, devouring me again,
need to peel the layers of skin,
to find out who it is within,
take a journey to reclaim the soul,
need to know why I'm so cold,
the fire makes my skin crack and peel,
but I'm numb, no longer able to feel,
my soul became consumed in black,
the journey begins to get it back,
became a shadow in the light,
lost all my strength and will to fight,
need to try and become someone,
when you wake I will be gone,
the deep blue ocean calls to me,
I know it will set my spirit free.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Goo Goo Dolls - iris
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9/25/2003, 12:54 pm
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wanderingsoul
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Re: journey
Feels like escape, like running away. We run from things in our life that we can no longer take. We run from things that we can't face. We run from ourselves sometimes too.
I am the KING of "flight response" (gave up on the "fight response" years ago). I have run from so many things. And your poem made me remember some of the feelings I have had while in the process of running. These two lines made me think of how it felt to leave things behind, to feel the new air as I ran away from things I didn't want to face anymore. Felt like I was trrying to reclaim myself:
my soul became consumed in black,
the journey begins to get it back,
And the last two lines made me remember something completely different, but really not far removed. Made me remember what it was like to think of running, of losing myself completely. To me, the ocean always signified silence, peace, warmth, death. These lines reminded me of that:
the deep blue ocean calls to me,
I know it will set my spirit free.
Again your words touch part of me.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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9/25/2003, 4:04 pm
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