Emotional Agony | A Sonnet from a 5-Minute FreeWrite

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Emotional Agony


What pain is this that knocks my heart’s door down?
What phantom haunts my inner chambers’ peace?
What forces make my limping body drown,
Silencing noises until they do cease?

Thus are my nights after my pointless days
plowing the sea of endless maladies.
Daedalus couldn’t’ve planned a crueler maze
to hide his Minotaur’s depravities.

Beyond this madness, still I hear your voice
reminding me of promises I made.
Your distant face guiding every right choice
A light in the dark for a vessel strayed.

Thus flows our emotional agony
Until we meet again as family.

Thanks for your reading

This was my entry to @mariannewest, @felt.buzz, and @latino.romano’s 5-Minute Daily Freewrite: Monday Prompt: EMOTIONAL AGONY. You can see the details here

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Have you lost a loved one recently? I hope this poem refers to a long-ago loss.
I feel the pain! ("Emotional Agony")
"Beyond this madness, still I hear your voice" -
And we hope to meet again in a next life....

Hi, @carolkean
It's a complex loss. We have been losing loved ones to migration/exile. Most of them do not plan to return, some of them have died in exile, and yet some cannot return even if they wanted to. I have not seen two of my children for four years now and even though we keep in touch, that touch has gradually faded, the reasons for the departure remain and the difficulties for a reunion persist.
They keep inspiring; they give us strength on a good day, but boy do we have bad days!
And we know they have them too. It's not easy to me a migrant, especially these days; especially when your fellow country men/women have fled by the millions. Host countries end up hating your kind. They could not care less about your motivations.
It's an almost fatal scenario, especially now that life for those who stayed has become more fragile, futile, ephemeral.

Ohhhh, I'm so sorry to hear this. Four years without seeing two of your children is a long time. Friends and family leaving for a new world, one that does not welcome them. And this:

Host countries end up hating your kind. They could not care less about your motivations.
It's an almost fatal scenario, especially now that life for those who stayed has become more fragile, futile, ephemeral.

How can we help?