Cement is Setting

Summary

The poem "Cement is Setting" reflects on the struggles of mental health, the process of healing, and the support found in companionship.

Abstract

The poem delves into the depths of a turbulent mind, where thoughts fragment and memories painfully dissolve. It portrays a journey through psychological turmoil, characterized by a sense of loss and disorientation, as the speaker grapples with inner demons. The narrative shifts with the presence of a companion who offers support and guidance through the chaos, leading to a moment of respite and shared peace. This journey symbolizes the often arduous path to mental wellness and the transformative power of connection and love.

Opinions

The author suggests that the process of healing from mental anguish is akin to a physical journey filled with obstacles and uncertainty.
There is a palpable sense of despair as the speaker feels their mental faculties deteriorating, likened to "cement setting" on their ship's sails, hindering progress and freedom.
The poem conveys the belief that shared experiences and empathetic companionship are crucial in navigating and overcoming personal struggles.
The author implies that moments of clarity and peace can be achieved even after periods of darkness and confusion.
The use of natural imagery, such as "furling sails," "grey chunks of ice," and "mottled patterns on the grass," serves as metaphors for the speaker's internal state and the process of healing.

on the furling sails of my ship

My mind drifts. Thoughts disperse in tiny cuts as the whip licks its lips.

Memories break away in large grey chunks of ice and crash into the sea sinking out of sight.

I lose the marks and blazes on the path and mourn their loss. I wonder why I throw my tears against the wailing wall.

Demons drink their tea while curling in my ears. They leave a swirling trail of leaves in the bottom of my cup.

I cannot read them. Cement is setting on the furling sails of my ship.

I trace the patterns of the grains in hardened sand until it falls between my fingers. As I lose the trail again, I do not know what course to set.

I am adrift.

You take my hand and walk beside me as we track a memory past. We wade through thoughts that try to pull us off the path.

I stumble and you tighten your grip. When we reach the clearing where the sun paints mottled patterns on the grass,

We take a breath and then we walk together into the bliss.

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Poetry | Mindfulness | Mental Health

Cement is Setting

on the furling sails of my ship