Almost Broken
A poem for souls that feel incomplete
Image: Blue night (1908), Paul Klee
Courtesy of Artvee
Almost happy, joy within reach Bliss held by placid fingers, as eternal bonds are breached Almost satisfied, fortune, glory and success Swallowed by remorse and a deep longing to regress Almost beautiful, perfection attained in vain Hollow face stained with tears, meek voice muffled by pain Almost loved, lips engulfed by a lewd kiss Greedy hands wander passionately, numb hearts remain remiss Almost free, the body is called to roam As mind and spirit linger in confinement, a cage perceived as home A life comprised of "almosts" spawns an almost broken soul But almost broken is though not that far from whole.
Yes! That's the essence of what I was contemplating and what inspired me to write it. "Almost" is perceived as failure or incomplete in our society. When we shift that perception, we realise that almost is an achievement as well, but the tendency is to make ourselves unhappy by placing our focus on the lack aspect, even though we gain something from every experience, even the "almost" ones... The last line is meant to be hopeful - as long as you don't allow the "almosts" to (mentally/emotionally) break you, you are whole or at least can live in a way where you feel as if it's always within reach, therefore never giving up on yourself...
Sorry it made you sad 🥹 I'm glad it touched you though and always appreciate your kind words about my work ❤️
🥺 This poem makes me a little sad. Maybe we set bars too high for everything in our lives and when we don't match them we think we are "almost broken." If we lower the bars a little, we realize we are whole. 😊
I'm running out of adjectives for kudos for your work. 😬😅 I like the playing with words and how it's cleverly put together.