I've been to degrees of self-doubt within
that tasted of anger and horror and sin.
I've wandered in longing for places unshown
and hungered unsated for savors unknown.
I've been to the Valley of Innermost Doubt
and heard myself mute while I felt myself shout.
I've listened in valleys for echoes unsung,
for echoes reply, but initiate none.
And I've searched for the melody deeply within
whose rapture could conquer this echoless din.
I've screamed in my silence and covered my ears
and listened for noises bemuffled by tears.
But I've seen in the shadow of colorless fear
the glimpse of a rainbow, the taste of a tear.
And I've heard in an echo as faint as a moan,
a beautiful song that I'd swear was my own.
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lostrealist said,
October 18, 2006 at 11:34 pm
Beautiful Poem. Maybe even more so because I can relate to it. The last line is especially evocative. The rhyming never seemed forced either.
Jonathan (son #3) said,
October 18, 2006 at 11:41 pm
Thank you. Little did I know, when I wrote those words 12 years ago, that I’d be needing to read them myself today. I’m glad they speak to you as well.