Routing

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Wed, 04/06/2016 - 11:41

You are obsessive
Overprotective
I'm sightless and dull
Boxed, with no hole
What I cannot see
Must be best for me
If I'd understand
I'd have more on hand
It's a false calling
Surely I'm falling
My love is annulled
And my life controlled
Drowning, and flailing
I'm senselessly failing
Questions of doubting
Arguments routing
I'll hear it no more
On faith I will soar

Author's age when written
17
Genre
Notes

"...When you're seventeen going on eighteen..." Yep, tomorrow. Anyways. This is just a small poem. I haven't had as much time for writing lately as I would like to have. But a poem is a poem! So at least I had enough time to write that. :) Let me know your thoughts.

Comments

I was immediately drawn in and intrigued by the unusual title choice, and, wow, I was glad I read it -- I felt like you really shared your heart here, in a particularly raw way. This poem is slightly brutal, actually, and I identified with it and sympathized with it. I don't understand it fully, because I don't know the context, but that doesn't feel needed for this. It's really good. Well done, and Happy Birthday!!

Thank you so much!!! I'll give you a little bit of the back story, just 'cause I can. Many of those lines are literal things that have been said to me about my Christianity. Not only my Christianity, but also about my personally way of living (the way I dress, my hair, the fact that I don't wear makeup, etc). So I thought I'd share a bit of that. :)

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Hey! Happy Birthday again :)

Your writing and rhythm gets better and better with each post! (and it gets better and better each time I read this)
It's one of your best, rawest and I like it very much x

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh