I sit there and ponder,
eyes as damp as can be.
I sit there and ponder,
as tears roll over my cheeks.
I write for the daunting shadows and love- oh, so fine.
I write for the scorching stars that never cease to shine.
I write for the fear of remembrance and every lost dime.
So, I pick this mighty pen up- as on and on it goes;
words that ached my heart so long- out they flow.
Yet irony reigns, for one thing shall forever remain-
the numbness, the void, the many fears destroyed.
I sit there and ponder,
seeking the chalice of divinity.
I sit there and ponder,
about all that could’ve been…
© achillesheelpoetry, 2021
Achilles' Heel 
Very interesting thoughts you’ve got in this poem, Ana; with the most striking for me, being the reasons for you writing.
This is intricately penned, and I do hope we find many more splendid reasons to keep writing.
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Thank you ever so much, Cheemnonso!
As usual, deeper literary implications don’t elude the sight of a connoisseur like you.
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😁😁, I’m flattered. By the way, we all do our best.
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Absolutely love this, Ana!
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Thank you ever so kindly, @Apeksha Rai!
P.S. I absolutely love The Owl of Minerva ✨
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Ahh I’m so sorry I missed this but this is such a brilliant and relatable poem! I loved your choice of words as always and the idea behind it!💖
”I write for the fear of remembrance and every lost dime.”
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Thank you so much, D!
These are my favourite lines too 💖
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My pleasure!💕
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