down on my knees
bowed under the weight
of each accusing blow.
Is this pain, or am I praying?
Is there even a difference?
is there a syntax of physics
to which the soul must adhere?
such as the mass of haunting guilt
buried in the treeline of unfinished
days times the velocity of life
dragging me behind-
the thudding blow of
each day's cobblestoned
expectations equaling the
force of the failure I see
chalk-lining these dead dreams
guttered in this street?
What bizarre refraction is this
that each soul-wrenching shortfall
that bows me to my knees
reflects in the eyes of my child
something like the wavelength of hope?
What witchcraft is this
that the shame of my inadequacies
yet instead glimmers like faith
in those eyes that see only love?
Is this love, or is this pain?
Is there even a difference?
You write well, bringing together deep ways of thinking about life, sharing its calls with those close to us.This is an enlightening way of getting readers to look into everyday life and its trials I could feel your struggle in this poemThanks
How wonderfully well you put it....the dilemma of life, of being human. I love the use of science terminology to depict human feelings. Written with great finesse n flair. A sure 10.
Thank you, Nosheen, you caught exactly the emotional dilemma that was transfixing my heart at the moment these words came to the surface. A man trained in the sciences, yet, oh, so vulnerable to the common failures of living this messy life than cannot always be managed in neatly balanced equations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your work is just extraodinary
I truly thank you for your gracious encouragement. The trials and blessings of life are so much more meaningful when we can share our comfort and victories with each other along the way. You have blessed me with your kind words today. Thank you!