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Poem - Two Separated by Convention

Updated on February 21, 2011

Two Separated by Convention

What was my strength is now my weakness
What was healthy is now sickness
What was my joy is now my sorrow
What was living for today is dreading tomorrow
What I once believed, now I question
What once was yes, is now an objection
What I once knew, now I doubt
What I had, will I live without?
What was once confidence is now insecurity
What was once close may run from me
Can you go back in time?
Can you retrain your mind?
To find the common bond
That made two into one
Where there was unconditional love
Seemingly from heaven above
Now lives the fear of separation
With the heart confronting deprivation
Of the only love it really knew
Unable to make it through
The desert back to an even state
Parched, in delusion, cursing its fate
To actually see and feel its soul mate
Cruelly separated life locks the gate
On rules, customs and what is appropriate
Narrowing our choice to something inarticulate
Unable to speak our own language of love
Instead we are to live in a coma free of
Our true self and the key to our life
Building upon a foundation of sand
Hoping to ignore what was once in our hand
Believing that a new mate that provides apparent content
Will somehow numb the need in our heart for what meant
Everything to us as to who we really are
Leaving in its place a mask to hide the scar
Left by our true self being torn away
Where feelings are now filled only by clay
Slowing our need for that which makes us breathe
Making it easier for us to take leave
Of the special world that we once knew
And live according to other's point of view
Even though they will not live our life
And make light of our daily strife
Because they are now fulfilled by our decision
To walk away from a life that invited derision
Pushing us back into a life that is idle
For the two whose need for each other is so vital
To their soul, creativity and fantasy
Their spark left only to atrophy
In solitude, alone and unnoticed
By pedestrians who glide by while we grimaced
Straining to rediscover what we once knew
Fighting to walk thru the pyre that only a few
Can truly endure as they keep their fire lit
As a flame that will never let them forget
Who their real love is and was
Can they reach each other no matter what life does
To the ring they place around themselves
Inside they revel in a place adorned with shelves
Displaying all their memories and creations
Reminding them why they have such sensations
Towards each other when asleep or awake
Their love never able to shake
The direction that is always moves
Towards one another regardless of who disapproves
Yes, it must remain on track
We must get the feeling back
Praying that our doubts can be erased
Our insecurities somehow being replaced
With a faith that our love is what matters
Being unable to live with our life in tatters
We will emerge in the end unscathed
To live a life that will surely amaze
Both of us and our fertile but needy minds
That can take each other further than the thing that binds
Us to a life apart, peering across the distance
At one another as we ponder an ordinary existence
No! We must not lose one another
And settle for some other
Person who only stands in our way
It is each other who will save the day
And turn the doubt into confidence
Unlock the gate that guards the fence
Open your heart all the way my love
I want to be the one who is the glove
That caresses you, your heart and mind
So believe in us and your true self you shall find


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      Mark Lecuona 7 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @steelerboy - thank you. I thought this one might garner more attention than it has... maybe it's too long....

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      steelerboy37 7 years ago

      very well made... I enjoyed reading

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      Mark Lecuona 7 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you lifezprecious.. thanks for reading and commenting.

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      lifezprecious 7 years ago

      GOOD ONE!!!

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      Mark Lecuona 7 years ago from Austin, Texas

      b. Malin.... thank you again... you are much too kind...

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      b. Malin 7 years ago

      Very nice piece...very honest...from the heart...nice poetic piece!

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      Mark Lecuona 7 years ago from Austin, Texas


      I'm pleased you have upgraded me from prosaist/essayist to poet on this one.... thank you for reading and commenting....

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      scriber1 7 years ago

      Incoherency would not conceive, much less grasp, the ideas behind he utterances; and thus your essays have become equisite poetry.

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      Mark Lecuona 7 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you debbies.... one way then another... that could be a sign of incoherency too! I'm glad you like it.

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      debbiesdailyviews 7 years ago

      Wow, that started one way( for me ), but ended up another.

      It was really beautifully done.

      You are very gifted.