The Conflict

Closing my eyes has become a nightmare,

As I can see you are still there,

In my heart and in my soul,

Struggling with intense emotions, when I never wanted to fall.

Never thought that I would become so helpless,

You are my strength and my weakness,

These feelings are so powerful,

Oh Lord! Should I be grateful,

For this love which is so painful,

And yet, nothing has been so meaningful.

Should I save the sight?

Or shall I blow out the light?

Will my faith survive?

Or is this flame going to burn me alive?

I know all the answers deep inside,

But, how can I show it outside?

How can I calm this conflicted mind?

Please leave your comments on the post as I would really love to read them.

23 thoughts on “The Conflict

  1. I just noticed that for more than a month, WP has stopped send me notification of your new post. I don’t know how WP just changes it without notifying me. Anyway, I send an email request so that your new post will be emailed to me. Wonderful poem. I especially like “But, how can I show it outside?” Yes, for people who grew up in an environment that doesn’t encourage expressions (me for example), it is a long way to find one’s voice. Writing certainly helps to let one practice how to express and connect and take charge and live an authentic life.

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    1. That’s so kind of you. Yes, it happens to me as well. And again, you are right. Writing does helps us to express our feelings and emotions. Thank you for taking your time to read and comment on it. I really appreciate it.

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  2. I know all the answers deep inside,
    But, how can I show it outside?

    You can’t stay silent when there is so much happening around you. Even a 9 year old girl writing blogs.

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    1. Sometimes, silence is the best answer, but, we really need to express it somewhere so that we can maintain our mental health. Thank you for sharing your thoughts here. Much appreciated.

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      1. I was a shy and silent boy the school. For 7 years I hesitated to speak my thoughts openly. I was speaking nothing and a tsunami of thoughts flowing inside me. I started writing my thoughts in a diary. That’s how I became a writer.

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