Unmade

Unravel. After years of waiting, you see what couldn’t be seen.
Underneath, in between the sheets.
Always there, but you were looking in the wrong place.
A paranoid sense of urgency compels you now.
Pulling the cords, tugging at the threads.
Pushing the day into night as you dig deeper.
Down through the bones.
Unmaking my existence.
Hoping to rain inside my soul.
But only fogging up your own eyes.
Blind to the truth and the strength I kept hidden.
Strong inside but you never knew it.
Your destruction of me only lifts the veils and reveals.
That little child you make into a ghost.
I could be anything you want, if you decide to go back.
And make light from all the black.

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20 thoughts on “Unmade

  1. A hauntingly beautiful poem Mark, and thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor.

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  2. Poem about the inner child? I’ve been curious lately about the attention and love we (adults) must give this inner child. They are kids and can’t go on parenting us forever. So this what your poem made me think about. Lol.

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    • Ah, that’s an interesting take. There is a preciousness of the inner child, but like you say; they can’t keep parenting us. Nor can we use them in our decision making constantly. I do that way too much, doing things to satisfy a person who never grew.

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      • I was listening to a podcast the other day. And it spoke about how if we never pay attention and love our inner child…they (us unconsciously) will act out and the child while always look for love in external things. They think they are doing us a favor but we are suppose to be the adult to them and be responsible for loving them. Not expecting others too. Idk if that makes sense.
        When someone goes through trauma the inner child seems to be the one hurt the most.

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  3. There are so many layers of meaning in this poem. A “you” living inside an “I”, or are they separate entities? It feels like it can read as both. I read it over a couple of times already and keep discovering jewels. I love the last lines most. “You could be anything you want, if you decide to go back, and make light of all the black.” So much of our perception hangs on the value we associate freely to moments past. The tiniest change in the light we shine on our perception, and our mindscapes move around and assume a whole range of shapes. Our minds and memories, an ever moving relief.

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    • That’s interesting you took so much from it. As touched upon, there are many ‘I’s’ and from different times. The soul being a covering of time i supposes, different levels build up. I fully support they idea that one little change, shifts the direction and opens up for much more light. It was the idea for the piece, changing how we move forward and not being stuck in what we’re perceived to ‘be’. Glad it got you thinking =)

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      • I took so much from it because it is such a rich piece. The idea on which it reposes is fascinating to me. We build who we are not only by our choices but by our reaction and our experiences. We are ever changing creatures. We are exhaustively indescribable. We can try to capture our essence in a few traits that seem to be immovable and represent us, but in the end, our reality is impalpable. You did get me thinking and you still do! I am very thankful for the stimulation 😊

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      • Wow, thank you. Is nice to know what you do moves people that way. Be sure to know your work and music do the same. Yay us!
        But yes, all parts; all the time..in constant flux. I think love is knowing that is the case and accepting them that way….all the time.

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      • That is a beautiful way to see love, realistic and true. Thank you for sharing your appreciation of my words. Such compliments are always lovely to hear. I think it is wonderful that we live in an era in which we can talk to artists whose work we admire. It feels even more special when that appreciation is mutual. I am thankful to have crossed paths with your words.

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      • And i you, is nice to be able to adore, concur and encourage other artists like this. Hopefully we influence each other to develop. I know i take a lot from what others say in regards to mine.

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      • Engaging with others transcends the writing experience. You are not as alone anymore when you can talk about it and picture the stars in the eyes of your readers as you scan through their responses.
        I am sure the development has already started within, without us realizing it. In writing as in life discovering a new voice, opens up parts of you you sometimes never even know were there. I love knowing how readers feel when they approach my texts too. That, and hearing constructive feedback from other artists is priceless !

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      • Agreed, a lot of people get a little prickly, but when it’s constructive, it only really benefits. I like to accept whatever it is someone offers, in whatever construct. I like it when things step away from constraints of grammar, or structure or ‘how things should be’. Art is that way i believe.

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      • Embracing the beauty of sounds and words can help you reach new ways of expression for sure. Since your grammar is flawless, you can explore and let your art thrive free from those expected bounds, as long as it sends an intelligible message.

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      • Haha, thanks, nice of you to say. I’m normally hasty with words and mix things up a lot. Intelligible is always key, though sometimes fun to be abstract!

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