When you are young
belief is hard
but it is hard like death
creeping from the birthing room
bloody, entombed
featureless among the lives
its sadness would compensate
energy that caresses old noblesse
but never will its time oblige.
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this one is a bit of a riddle to me chris…i will noodle it and come back…
I look forward to hearing where your noodles lead you.
I think I understand. idealiistic as young … dying and just maybe coming back at older age… hmm..
The personification of belief, of ideals…you’re definitely on the right track. No worries. I reckoned it would be a trickier piece for people to dig into!
Somber write. Seeing belief as a being is quite a perspective.
It’s a little haunting, at times, to be sure.
cryptic and colourful….I love it 🙂
Words that seem to be decidedly within my literary nature. Glad you enjoyed!
Very nice, very intriguing. I like it! 🙂
It sends a shiver down my back, even if I don’t fully understand. Especially the lines:
‘but it is hard like death
creeping from the birthing room’
The personification of belief. A tricky image to wrap one’s head around, at times, but I’m glad the feeling–if not necessarily the message behind it–still resonated through the words. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Reads like an awakening after a burn…Very interesting write.