With the Price of Your Soul

You walk on shards of stone, and chilled to the bone,
Hoping someone will see and rescue you from beastly
Banshee of your nightmare melodrama of self trauma;
But you’ve put your hopes in saviors of misbehavior,
Then wondered how you blundered into hives of lies
And pain with nothing to gain, and so you go insane,
Looking for another to smother you with affection
That only inflicts further infection in dejection
Of your very soul, and then comes yet more rejection;
But will you not accept correction and redirection?
Satisfaction comes from interaction with your heart
In attraction to true and lasting love from above,
Not in ghostly folk who mostly center on themselves;
And contentment is not found in bitter resentment,
But in unbounded Love resounding through the ages,
And in peace this world cannot give in order to live;
It all must be sought and bought…
With the price of your whole soul!


8 thoughts on “With the Price of Your Soul

  1. The opening lines suggest to me that the protagonist is someone who is regularly up to antics to garner attention? Frequently indulging in self-harm (whether physical or emotional or the harm could be in the sense of deprecating words too) just so s/he gets some love or attention. But I’m wondering if that would be love and not sympathy. For, if it were me, I’d want lasting love and not fickle sympathy. You know what i mean?

    “saviors of misbehavior” sounds like a bane. S/he clings to people with the full awareness that these people are not good for the soul, but only out of desperation. It’s like “some people borrowed love from me but they never returned it and left”. And so like an undertaker on a perch, the hunt for love continues soul after soul.

    Thankfully, the tone softens around the middle. It’s almost like you take on the role of a wizened old spirit who has been chiding a lost misguided younger person for whom you still feel affection and believe there is hope and redemption.

    You go on softening further and can now feel the pain and remorse of this person yet you are stern enough to give tough love with nothing but pure and good intentions of bringing him/her back on the right track. You go on to explain the contentment that true love brings, true love here meaning divine love, the love that never abandons you no matter how wrong you go. I admire the way you ask this person to make peace with him/herself and to find that love within before seeking it outside/elsewhere.

    One of your most potent poems, Jon! The use of language is impeccable, making the perfect choices at the perfect times with the perfect pauses. Starting stern, almost accusactory, then chiding, admonishing, sympathizing, and if I’m not wrong, a little empathy too I sensed. And the closing lines again back to being a rather strong caveat, almost as if you want to remind this person one last time of the dangers of falling prey to fickle attractions.

    All in all, a poem that speaks of deep concern for someone with whom you would sit down and spend good hours in trying to put some sense to get the light shining out of this supposedly tormented soul.

    Your pen shines through in this poem, Jon. I’ll end my rather long comment (lest it turn into a novella) with a BRAVO!

    And yes, I could be totally wrong in my assessment, in which case I’ll ask for your forgiveness in advance.

    1. No, for the most part your assessment is dead on target! It was meant to speak very deeply and poignantly; from what you’ve commented, I believe it has spoken powerfully! Thank you.

  2. “Satisfaction comes from interaction with your heart
    In attraction to true and lasting love from above,” lines spoke to me the most Jonathan.
    It reminded me of Blaze Pascal’s quote:

    “What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace?
    This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself”

    I am with you. When we truly embrace it, we are free to be who we are meant to be.
    Thank you for the reminder.

    Dajena 🙂

    1. And thank you, Dajena! Blaise Pascal was certainly right, of course. I only mourn the fact that some cannot see and grasp this all-important truth! Blessings to you, Dajena! 🙂 🙂 🙂

      1. Jonathan, let me bring up another of my favorite writers (you already know him 🙂 )
        I have never met a person I could despair of, or lose all hope for, after discerning what lies in me apart from the grace of God. –Oswald Chambers

        Stay hopeful my friend, and let each do our own part 🙂
        And happy father’s day!! 🙂

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