In Honor of Poe

 

In the chamber, dimly lit, Where shadows dance and spirits flit, I sit alone, my soul aflame, Entangled in a macabre game.

The midnight hour, it tolls its chime, A dirge that marks the end of time, And in this cryptic, eerie space, I find myself in a dark embrace.

A raven perched upon the door, Its ebony plumes, a cloak it wore, It spoke of omens, dread and dire, And set my heart and soul on fire.

The flickering candle's feeble light, Casts eerie shapes into the night, And whispers from the crypts below, Haunt my thoughts with tales of woe.

A portrait on the wall, so fair, A visage twisted by despair, Its eyes, they follow as I roam, In this unholy, haunted home.

The pendulum swings, a deadly blade, A specter of death, an ominous shade, It counts the moments, one by one, As my existence comes undone.

In this gothic, somber room, I'm trapped in sorrow, grief, and gloom, Like Poe of old, I too descend, Into the darkness, without end.

Love's Burden to Bear

 

In the heart's secret chambers, love does bloom, A tale of longing in the quiet's gloom. She loves her best friend, with a heart so pure, Yet he's bound to another, love's complex allure.

A friendship like no other, strong and true, Their souls entwined in skies of endless blue. She cherishes his laughter, his secret smiles, Yet her heart aches in silence, through endless miles.

He wears a ring of promise, a bond so tight, To another woman, his eternal light. But her love for him, it knows no end, A fragile ember in the darkness, her dearest friend.

In the shadows, her heart quietly weeps, A love forbidden, her secret she keeps. She watches from afar, his happiness grow, Though it's with another, her love continues to flow.

Her love's a silent whisper, a hidden song, A love that's steady, deep, and strong. For love knows not the boundaries we draw, It dances freely, obeying no law.

In the depths of her soul, her love takes flight, A love for her best friend, pure as starlight. Though his heart belongs to another's care, She'll cherish their friendship, love's burden to bear.

For love, it knows no bounds, nor understands, It blooms in the heart, like grains of sand. A woman's love, a best friend's plight, In the shadows of the heart, it shines so bright.

An Unrequited Love

In the depths of night, my heart does pine, For a love unreturned, a love not mine. A silent ache, a bittersweet despair, Unrequited love, a burden hard to bear.

I watched you from afar, like a distant star, Your radiance shining, from where you are. But in your eyes, I found no reflection, Of the love I felt, a one-sided affection.

I wrote you letters, with words so true, But you never read them, never had a clue. My love remained hidden, a secret well-kept, In the chambers of my heart, where it silently wept.

I longed for your touch, your tender embrace, But you walked away, leaving no trace. And yet, I loved you, with all my might, Though you were the day, and I the endless night.

Unrequited love, a painful art, It tears at the soul, it rips it apart. But still, I cherish the moments we shared, Even though you never truly cared.

For in this love unreturned, I found my grace, A bittersweet lesson in this endless chase. To love without expectation, without demand, Is to love in its purest form, so grand.

So, I'll carry this love, like a sacred dove, In the chambers of my heart, forever to love. For though it's unrequited, and may never be, It's a testament to the depth of love in me.

Twilight

 

In twilight's tender, soft embrace we meet,

Where stars above our secrets sweetly keep,

A love that blooms like flowers kissed by dawn,

In your gaze, all my doubts and fears are gone.

 

Your smile, a sunbeam in the darkest night,

Guiding me through life's labyrinthine flight,

Your laughter, like a melody so pure,

In your arms, I find a love that's sure.

 

With every heartbeat, our souls intertwine,

A symphony of love, so divine,

Your touch, a whisper that ignites my skin,

In your embrace, all of life's joys begin.

 

Through life's twists and turns, I'll stand by your side,

In your love, my heart and soul abide,

For you are my forever, my endless dream,

In your love's embrace, I am redeemed.

What is lost...

You know what I miss? The days when you could post a topic that was controversial, provocative, steeped in conjecture and conspiracy mixed with a minutiae of facts for the sole purpose of conversation. Now-a-days at the mere mention of something outside of the norm the naysayers and fact checkers are quick to point their fingers, call blasphemy, wag their tongues in mockery, and call foul as they hide behind a mask of intolerance and offense.

I miss dialogue where you could discuss touchy subjects in an effort to understand and grow as a human being without the conversation spiraling into hostility and pointless name calling while each side touts victory by reporting the other to the social media gods and resorting to childish victories of blocking someone they once called 'friend'.

I miss the days when it was ok to be wrong because that is a part of life and the only way you will learn. 

I miss true conversation and the unity of heart and mind and the pursuitof knowledge.

I miss compassion and strength and solidarity.

I miss diversity. 

Life is about lessons and this is one of the hardest to learn.  Stay in a vacuum of silence where censorship rules (all in the name of the 'greater good')? Or seek a solitary path in search of others who do not take offense at the slightest misstep born of innocence all in the pursuit of knowledge?

I will always choose to surround myself with those who are not afraid to speak their minds and will keep those minds open to other ideas, cultures, and viewpoints. I will always turn away from those that seek only to hold themselves above others with their bigotry and over inflated sense of self.

Observations

Here’s what I see:

I see a nation panicking.

I see grief, and desperation,

Loneliness, and boredom.

But most of all, I see fear.

And if you looked closer, down far beneath the surface, deep within the darkest places within, you will see it to.

It is the source.

This darkness that is all consuming.

It gives birth to the irrational.  It is the mother of those irrational obsessions you are now feeling.  It is responsible for the overwhelming desire you have to engage in conversations and judgmental behaviors you would never have dreamed of before.

It is easy to shrug it off, to not identify it for what it is.

It is so much easier to place the blame on something else, someone else.

You will tear through all the sources, read every scrap of information you can find, watch all the videos and television announcements to find some glimmer of explanation. Some validation for the thoughts that are consuming your mind.

You want to be informed.  You believe information is rational and the rational is what you crave.  Anything but the unknown that you are faced with.  Anything but the fear.

But still you refuse to face it.

You push it down, name it something else. Numb the senses with television and movies. Read books, play video games, eat anything you can get your hands on.  Anything but recognize and admit what it truly is that is consuming you.

Fear.

How can you be afraid?  What is there to be afraid of?  There is nothing to fear so you name it something else.

You repeat the same routine. Place blame elsewhere. You deny the obvious.

We are trained from childhood to not be afraid. That to be afraid, you are a coward, and nobody wants to be a coward.  We push it back. We create self-defense mechanisms. We surround ourselves with a glass shield built from lies.

But the pressure can become too much if it is left unattended.

And glass shatters so easily when the right pressure is applied.

What if I were to tell you that it is ok to be afraid?

I am not a psychiatrist.  Not even a psychologist.

Yes, I was a certified credit counselor too many years ago, but even that was merely a glorified budget counselor for debt consolidation and public assistance.  I’m not preaching to you from a pulpit, and I certainly am the last person that would tell you that I have everything under control. 

Because I don’t. 

But I do have some advice based on my personal experience with fear, anxiety, and depression. And if you’re still reading this, I hope that maybe, what I went through, can offer a small margin of hope for you.

Right now, we are facing something unprecedented within our lifetimes.  The world is struggling with the fear of contagion.  We’ve all seen the news, read the reports, watched as nations struggled to contain something invisible.  We read headlines and hear reports about the “front lines” as though this were something tangible and we were at war.  In war we have an enemy that we can see. One that we can touch. One that we can destroy.

But this isn’t tangible.

There is no enemy that we can see and touch and destroy.  Only pictures under a microscope blown into life size proportions by artists trying to place a face on a virus.  Something microscopic.  Something only read about in novels and watched in horror movies over the years.

If only it were transforming people into monsters.  Monsters you can see.  Monsters you can destroy.

But this…you cannot see.  And there is no weapon other than your immune system and, as it turns out, not all of us are that immune.

So we turn it into something tangible. We place our fear on something else, someone else.  We point our fingers at our neighbors and our friends. We scold others from the safety of our couches as we post across social media. We need someone to blame because everything that we are doing isn’t destroying it.  It’s merely slowing it down.  After all, you’ve listened to the experts. You’ve played by the rules and obeyed all the commands.  You’ve tuned in daily and have tried to keep up with the new policies and guidelines that change every hour.  You haven’t done anything wrong. So why hasn’t it stopped?

And the only explanation you can find is simple: if you have followed the rules and are still losing the game, then it must be someone else.  And the fear turns into anger and the combination becomes ugly as the paranoia begins.  You over rationalize.  You try to be helpful by pointing out bad behavior.  You don’t see anything wrong with it because after all, if someone else takes a misstep, it could be deadly and you feel it is your responsibility to help them see the error of their ways and lead them back onto the correct path.

And the paranoia grows.  It feeds on the fear and stokes the flames for anger and now you just want to lash out.  Those around you are getting sick and you have to blame even more people.  Why should it stop at your neighbor and friends?  Why not blame your employer, the managers that are desperately trying to keep up with the new guidelines, the companies that are struggling to keep their employees healthy and sane, and the finger pointing continues on up the food chain because someone needs to be held responsible.  Somebody needs to shoulder the weight of the fear that lives inside.

I am not here to talk politics.  I am not here to point fingers.  I am merely trying to illustrate how it all begins and how easily it can spiral.

How powerful fear is.

Now here’s the truth about fear:

It isn’t all dark.

It isn’t all consuming.

It can be controlled.

And it can be turned into something useful.

But none of that is possible if you continue to hide from it and not call it what it is.

When you stop for a minute, allow just one moment to sit with it and let it wash over you, it will push you to your limit and you will feel as though it will break you.  You will feel the darkness that I spoke about and touch upon the depression that has been lurking.  You will feel as though you cannot endure it and want to run away from it.  How can something so painful, so raw be useful?  How can something so dark be turned into something light?

We have all heard tales of bravery.  Those spoken of on the battlefields and closer to home by first responders.  We watch the movies, read the stories but never think that it is anything we could ever do.  Those instances are all quantified examples of true bravery facing down an understandable and tangible fear. Our fear is baseless.

So here is my advice, spoken from someone who has developed more phobias over the unemployment years than I know how to count.  I have sat with my fear long enough that I should be declaring it on my taxes as a dependent.  But I have come to name it for what it is.  I recognize it when it rears its head.  I acknowledge its presence and I have learned from it.  

Because fear is a teacher.

It illuminates the parts within us that we try to hide from.  It is a reminder of a weakness that we cannot face.  And this one, this experience that we are all going through, we cannot control.  And losing control is the biggest fear we all ignore.

It took me a long time to accept that what was occurring to me with the layoffs was not something I could control.  It wasn’t my behavior. It wasn’t a dark cloud.  It had nothing to do with the decisions I made in my life.  It just…was.

Accepting that there are moments in life that you have no control over is one of the hardest lessons I had to learn, and I see many of you struggling through the same internal battle.  But there are pieces of this that you can control. You can control your reaction to it.  You can control how you treat others and how you treat yourself. 

Now, before you begin to lecture me on how this current situation has no parallels to any of the ones I mentioned, let me remind you that fear is not rational. And this current situation we are all facing is multi-faceted. I’m not an idiot. And I’m not downplaying anyone’s reaction. I’m merely trying to let you know that what you are feeling is valid.  And even though you cannot control what is going on around you, you can control how you react to it.  You don’t have to be controlled by your fear.  You can learn from it, and use it to do something good.