Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Dorin Popa writes

had  things not hit  me
with  such  fury
I  might  not  have  seen  them
I  might  have  never  cared  about
my  sadness – my  joy
sometimes  I  am  allowed  to  see
how  evil  mingles  with  good
how  from  their  combination
everything  comes  to  life
my  death – my  life
I  would  have  never  found  the  way  to  you
if  I  hadn’ t  wandered  about
if  so  many  nights  hadn’ t  blinded  me
if  I  hadn’ t  found  comfort  in  loneliness
sometimes  in  the  middle  of  the  tempest
deep  silence  overwhelms  me
and  while  I  am  hit,  battered  and  slashed
I  can  see  in  silence
how  my  death  feeds  my  life

1 comment:

  1. My sadness --- my joy. My death -- my life. This a poem about the yin and yang of life, how opposites feed into each other and create the conditions of their existence. But is also about pain and redemption.


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