“Overhead the clouds cloaked the sky; a ragged cloak it was, and, here and there, a star shone through a hole, to be obscured almost instantly as more cloud tatters were hurled across the rent”. – Joseph C Lincoln
The tatters take me below the bow, the dip where there’s no time, a place where weights fall, in what could be a loss of mind. The genus it hides inside of me, and ask for six quarter time, something different, then this melodic rhyme. And pictures they paint a lesson, that’s already learned inside, so I cry, again waste this time, why waste this time. The tatters are made of fragile folds, inside this house, with pulled curtains, that stay always closed. And though teachers told me about ABC’s, they never taught me about me, inside, let the rage fall where light can’t see, the scars I will wear in wasted time, such wasted time.
A voice said the mountains fall into the sea’s, and somewhere, the great “I Am” lays down, and no longer beckons to that great celestial reef. Could I be different, maybe tomorrow, but right here and now, I am tatters, and that my reader shames me, in loss it shames me. I never wish a doubter to walk beyond these trees, to take to these dungeons, the ones with chains of inversed belief. All the same they still come, it seems invisible they chant, and how they tease. Can’t you mend those tatters on your own, bring the truth, to your belief, stop all this wasted time, this terrible wasted time.
I went to the garden, beyond the hedgerow, I ran to find the life filled tree. Lost so much weight, drank myself to the toast of life’s jubilee. Patched my clothes when they got old, hid the tatters with what I was told. Still at times their still here, useless without skill, they drag me deep. And here in the crevice, where dark angels no longer have wings. I look up, without a tear left in my eye, tatters inside of me, and it’s a waste of time, a terrible waste of time.
Here in my tatters, I place it all within reach, and if I could tell you, if it were known, by the lack of organization inside of me. There would come a time, maybe tomorrow, where I will be clothed, and there would not be wasted time.
350 million people worldwide suffer from depression. Per the World Health Organization (WHO) It is a leading cause of disability. – 02.28.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Daniel this is gut wrenching and realistic. Wonderfully written!
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Thank you, I wanted something to come across with more than entertainment value, hopefully that happened. 🙂
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Yes I would say it did! Although I love the entertainment, I also always pick out the reality based seriousness in most of your writing. Once again well done!
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Hello Daniel, I read and reread this several times. It’s gripping and sad, but realistic. I hope there is an ending with peace and joy.
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Hi Tatiana, thank you for a great comment. I am considering part II, I don’t want to leave folks in eternal darkness. That might be reality for moments but not forever. 😉
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Oh good, I was hopeful! 🙂 Too much sadness in the world the way it is.
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Couldn’t agree more, thanks again for reading and commenting.
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Your welcome, your very good at word smithing, one of the best I’d say!
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Daniel this is one of your best yet, it’s somber, but damn is it deep!
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Hi King, happy you liked it. I appreciate the kind comments. Might have to go happy on the next one! 😉
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Your welcome Daniel, I will look forward to your next post happy or sad! 🙂 😦
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I once again couldn’t pass your writing up without leaving a comment. This was heavy, the music chosen was fitting as always. Well done.
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I really liked the song too. I hadn’t heard it before. It seemed to fit the mood. Thanks as always for commenting Wang.
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Your welcome. Your choice of music always fits your fine prose, but I thought this one but especially appropriate.
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Dear Daniel, I gripped the sides of my chair. This was that powerful. Thank you for making an awareness known. ❤
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Hi Ruby, Thank you as always for reading and your kind comment. Happy or sad as the occasion might be to bring awareness. Wishing you a great rest of the week.
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Wishing you a wonderful week as well Daniel. Keep writing!!! 🙂
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Wonderful writing Daniel. The emotion so gripping.
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Thank you Donna. I am always humbled when someone is able to find emotion or thought or ideas in what I write. Have a great day.
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The writers muse I call it, transferring what is needed to the ones open to receiving it. 🙂
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Exactly, I like that Donna. Thank you for relaying it to me.
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Your welcome, I must tell you, I gain much from what you write. Your very gifted.
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You touched upon much here Daniel. The desolation, the loneliness, the tatters. I myself have dealt with depression for many years. It is not taken lightly. Well done!
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Thank you much Finland. Nothing light here, just belief it will be okay. Thank you for your wonderful comment. Daniel
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What a wonderful person you are, and so very talented. Thank you!
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A very somber piece Daniel, one as your reader above me indicated that I too can identify with. Thank you for writing it.
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Thank you Brooke, and you go on, and I honor you, for it. Thank you for letting me know.
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Thank you Daniel. I am so honored that you would say something like that. ❤
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Daniel, this is amazing work. I reread the following phrase so many times and saw myself. “I went to the garden, beyond the hedgerow, I ran to find the life filled tree. Lost so much weight, drank myself to the toast of life’s jubilee. Patched my clothes when they got old, hid the tatters with what I was told.” Thank you for writing this.
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Thank you Ronda, for reading and your comment. I am so happy you liked it.
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I feel as if this is another deep view into your soul Daniel. If so don’t be discouraged, there is a balance coming up ahead. Thank you for bringing the awareness. ❤
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I agree Karen in the balance. Thank goodness for that or we would all be nuts! Thank you for the most wonderful comment. Daniel
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Thank you Daniel. Shabbat Shalom
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Daniel, as somber as this piece is, it might be my new favorite. Your descriptive words are in themselves what brings hope to the subject matter. If the valley is that deep, how high must the mountains be when climbed to see. This was a great work my friend. Shalom, Heather ❤
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Hi Heather, I think you have hit on something very real. Balance in all things. The peaks high, the valleys low. Thank you much for a great comment.
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Your welcome Daniel. I love the peaks, would rather stay there most of the time. ❤
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I like so many of your readers read about myself in this piece. Thank you for bringing the awareness. This was a great description of my life at different times.
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Hi Danika, I am so happy you commented an shared that. Thank you.
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I read “Tatters” more than once this morning. It is some of your best work to date. Well done.
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Thank you so much Lynette, I am honored!
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The refrain wasted time repeated over and over again was what got to me the most. You have described depression accurately, and penned it as it is. Debilitating. Thank you.
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I know, Daniel. We all suffer so unspeakably at times, but God knows it’s OK, all of it. Thank you for hanging in there yourself, and for all the sacredness you let everyone feel…
Shall we sit together for awhile? (Would you also invite beloved [Kate] to be divinely nurtured in this wonderful piece of yours and in this garden with us? Just, if you do, remember to not change again the publication date of this post.)
Your ever-grateful brother Leon
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Thank you Leon, the music is beautiful, and peaceful. I was not familiar with this song, so thank you for bringing it to my attention. So good to hear from you. Shabbat Shalom, your brother Daniel
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Daniel your words were deeper than ever and I have to thank you for sharing something in them that affects so many of us, myself included.
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There is so much in your prose here, but the wasted time aspect is the most realistic expression of what depression debilitation is, that I have ever read. Thank you for shearing this solemn wonderful writing.
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Shabbat Shalom Daniel, this was heartfelt, and full of greatness!
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Out of this world writing! I am enjoying your blog very much!
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So
Tatters could be
shatters, or something
Not mattered… a
Heart fractured by
Doubt cries only alone
… a trying, fading
Place
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Yup it could. 🙂 I’ll even it out in a few days with some kind of victory march. 😉
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LOL!!
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I enjoyed this, your writing is very deep, and brings out the basics of human nature, in a real and honest way.
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Thank you Diana, thank you for commenting and welcome to my blog!
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