A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
For sure you must have a soul
Somewhere there buried inside
With strong metal welded shut tide
You play your mister perfect role
But things are not as they always seem
Fragile are the walls that you keep up
And if I could peak through the cracks
Its all just compromises into extreme
Why don’t you show your true face now
For once lower the wooden painted mask
I beg you to show me your teardrops
All I get is a lonely sounding sough
I admit when you do I might run scared
Your face forward straight and open wide
With eyes as window holes without the glass
It happened right after you no longer cared
Shadows growing on the walls and floors
The room gets dark and a struggle starts
Its following me and freaking me inside out
Paranoid trying to escape via narrow doors
Personal private sufferings took control
You committed suicide of your inner self
I know noble thoughts are fighting inside
just figure out whats wrong with your soul
I want to run away from you for good
To be the one who ditches you hard
Make you feel the same pain and anger
Being the girl who did what she could
Taken your passion and your freedom restrained
Trying to break your soul free from its cage
Bittersweet deep down up till its solid core
but the key to unlock is all that maintained
I am forced to lie, but do whatever it takes
Shorty said, exactly that and not a bit more
Every wise man should know himself to be a foul
To save you even when it takes till day breaks
Its made from paper so there is nothing to destroy
Only delineate it to get it back to the surface
Writing memories down with different colors of ink
Red curves for our love and black words to deploy
Watching the ink lines getting sucked dry
I just elegantly reclaimed my true soul mate
You are not going to take me down again
If erasing is the only option, I wonder why
Then that is what I will do.
Monique Lucy Weberink
February 2012
Odilon Redon
Silence
Similar Posts
Is breakup poem i think ..but i like it ..at the end..we must always choice for ourself ..
Dear Monique your brilliant poetic craft with word-pictures, apt metaphors and surrealism has so skillfully described this proverbial war of two souls from the opposite gender; bring out the inevitable irony that actually stems from beyond the two – from a male dominant society that demands that a man must portray , what you so beautifully conveyed :
” With strong metal welded shut tide
You play your mister perfect role ”
So from day one the stage is set for irony and desperation when the man is asked to drop his socially “learnt” mask :
” Why don’t you show your true face now
For once lower the wooden painted mask
I beg you to show me your teardrops
All I get is a lonely sounding sough ”
And it goes on to the inevitable where the girl, deeply hurt resorts to the last option :
” Watching the ink lines getting sucked dry
I just elegantly reclaimed my true soul mate
You are not going to take me down again
If erasing is the only option, I wonder why
Then that is what I will do.”
At age 64 I like to think that I have indeed arrived at a stage capable of wise counsel in this crucial gender bond …
In the proverbial gender bond there are three distinct unions : Of Body, Mind AND the Soul; the first two naturally play out the social and evolutionary role – a role that inevitably hurts both genders as they – knowingly or unknowingly – sacrifice their lives on the alter of procreation … but all is not lost, if only they embrace the third as well – the SOUL, and work at realizing that as soul-mates they need to be – gender agnostic, and therefore EQUAL – if tragedy is not to come knocking at their relationship’s door and if the fruits of that union – children or just blissful togetherness – are to bloom in love, laughter and wisdom – as an ideal FAMILY/COUPLE !
Albeit , Monique, your poem powerfully transported me through my own sad LIFE, and as such, I had to chip in with some counsel, as an feeble attempt to stop the raging river of perennial Paradise Lost !