VLOG Series: 7 poetry videos [video 3]

Commentary and Discussion

Geez. Today's poem is the part of my story where I assign a physical representation to my memories, or in other words, allow my memories to live in my body, to physically walk through the space and time of the memory for emotional recall. I engage all of my senses and take you on the journey with me through that memory. What feelings arise for you as you take this journey with me? This part of my story is about going deep. It is about me living in the moment physically without really thinking about any consequences first. It's about trusting my instincts but then pulling back from the temptation of revisiting those moments to keep my current perception of reality intact. See, I was stuck between the fantasy of reliving that moment and the reality of it no longer being an option. When I fell in love, like most people, I let myself go deep. I created

This part of my story is about going deep. It is about me living in the moment physically without really thinking about any consequences first. It's about trusting my instincts but then pulling back from the temptation of revisiting those moments to keep my current perception of reality intact. See, I was stuck between the fantasy of reliving that moment and the reality of it no longer being an option. When I fell in love, like most people, I let myself go deep. I created a world separate from reality because it felt so good to escape to that place in love where I could let my hair down. When that place was no longer available, the pain from it that void caused triggered insecurity. Was I not enough? Who am I apart from living in that world? Was it just a fantasy to last for a season? Could I exist in reality with the same heart of love I had employed so easily and readily in the world of love I enjoyed do much? Was I able to love like that again? Would I ever be loved like that again? These are the after thought. But during this poem...I took in the amazing energy of reliving this fantasy before engaging in the complexity of questioning what would come next. In this poem, I didn't wear my mask. I just lived in the moment. I relived a moment when I bared my soul, but I did limit how far I would go and how long I would be there. See if you can tell at which point I withrdrew from the experience and do you feel the hope of ever having another truly liberating experience?

So it's discussion time!!! There are a few questions below. Let's talk!

 

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