Apr-08-2019, 01:44 PM (UTC)
I wrote a poem today . . this is about myself and my own internal issues at the moment, but it could easily mirror Fitz's feelings, so I thought I'd share it here.
The Sadness that is Me
There is a pain that is branded into my soul
It is full of the longing and the torment and keeps me from being whole
I place my pain in the stone dragon so that I can disconnect
From it, so that I can forget it ever existed
So that I can forget and block up the inlet
Of my heart
That shaded bay of secrets dark and deep
Let me shed them into memory stone veined with silver
Let me drown in the memories that bubble up like foam on a river
I don't want to feel anymore because I feel too much
The emotions devour me like stars devoured by the dark
I feel imploded, like a star under its own gravitational pressure
Life has made me this impenetrable thing, scared by its mark
Love is a wild emotion, its fast undercurrent is swift
Friendship is a facet of love, like an unexpected gift
Please take it away, I don't want it!
I desire the torpor that is forgetting
Forgetting what it could be to be whole
Forgetting that there is a pain long branded into my soul
-BCW
The Sadness that is Me
There is a pain that is branded into my soul
It is full of the longing and the torment and keeps me from being whole
I place my pain in the stone dragon so that I can disconnect
From it, so that I can forget it ever existed
So that I can forget and block up the inlet
Of my heart
That shaded bay of secrets dark and deep
Let me shed them into memory stone veined with silver
Let me drown in the memories that bubble up like foam on a river
I don't want to feel anymore because I feel too much
The emotions devour me like stars devoured by the dark
I feel imploded, like a star under its own gravitational pressure
Life has made me this impenetrable thing, scared by its mark
Love is a wild emotion, its fast undercurrent is swift
Friendship is a facet of love, like an unexpected gift
Please take it away, I don't want it!
I desire the torpor that is forgetting
Forgetting what it could be to be whole
Forgetting that there is a pain long branded into my soul
-BCW
Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else. - Vivacia to Wintrow, The Mad Ship
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