A Quest

Planning a quest for me.
It starts here, at this desk,
where my fingers tap keys.
A quest unlike most games,
where you seek a person,
an item, a theme.
No, my quest is myself.

First, I’ll dismantle me.
Rearrange and step back,
to see it all — good or bad,
murky or clear.

Those warped and dented pieces
scattered amongst the whole —
don’t keep any,
they just don’t fit anymore —
Long ago, quick fixes that worked once,
but now, they’ve pierced me through,
preventing growth.

Toss them out.
But what to replace?

Dig deep into softy, crumbling soil;
my fingernails scrap at some clay.
slowly, gently, mold a new piece.
One that’s healthy and open,
one that holds no walls
no defenses.
Simply a shard of trust and hope
to cement together what’s left.

One by one,
I’ll dismantle myself,
One by one,
I’ll rebuild.

All of my sour memories —
all of the pain,
fear, bad habits
that throttle my growth —

Throw them into a fire,
reforge into new materials,
recycling what I can,
and what I can’t —
I’ll just start anew.

One piece at a time.

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By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

2 comments

  1. Wow, this is really beautiful. The language isn’t gooey or sentimental or weepy, but strong and direct. Love it. (Theme sounds just like the self-searching poetry I wrote shortly after college. It’s a hard journey, but poetry is a fabulous way to explore it.)

    I’m not sure how I missed the poem you posted at LF, either. Comments got rather heated, I see. Yikes. It looks like we have a know-it-all lurking on the forums. Don’t you just love that kind of commenting? Sheesh.

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    1. Thank you! Spent two days on the poem, trying to craft it just right.

      I hope my responses to the know-it-all was appropriate. It just seemed strange and disrespectful to me to assume writers on a writing forum didn’t know their craft or the history of their craft. Seems better to ask what they know then try to guess.

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