Are you present when you're present?
It seems like a ludicrous question
But the answer to this question by our actions is made evident.
Allow me to illucidate this question.
Am I present in a room in which I am unwanted?
A place wherein I can find no peace of mind, no soul so kind to grace me with a polite it even Curt smile?
Am I really present in a place where deep calls until deep where I drown in my sorrow and in depression wallow?
Or
Am I really present in a room full of people who I love and who loves me?
Who share their good times and bad and sometimes, even for a second have faith in humanity?
Am I present in a room replete with elegance with which I can't compete
Whose beauty calls like a siren?
The truth is I am present in them all
In mind
Spirit
Body
Heart
Soul
But the saddest part is where I should feel love I feel sorrow and loose all hope for tomorrow as the verbal daggers thrown at me have cut deep and leave trails of darkness in their wake.
Where I should feel tranquil I'm tormented by lucid dreams, seeing shadows in the dark, hearing voices long gone
It's sad.
It's really just bad
But as if fate would have it by divine miracle when I'm at my lowest about to end it all arms wrapped around me
Comforting me and breaking the vice my trauma weighs on me.
At my lowest most self hated times when I feel present in body gut absent in every other way, I'm reminded, sheltered and coaxed by happy memories
Striking a balance in it all
Presence is absence
Absence is presence
The two are one but are not the same.
Hey lovelies!
So I'm just realizing I haven't been speaking to you all and thanking y'all to take time out of your busy schedules to read my poems.
Please give me your feedback as long as you are respectful we'll be great together.
I appreciate it and I hope you vote, comment and share!
Love you all. Bye for now
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