You are not formless, not a concept. I speak in metaphor and simile Please, forgive me. You are like a painting, each Brushstroke a decision There are multitudes in your layers, Sketches underneath and gesso in between You are your own, as I am mine. We have no need for each other, and yet Would you believe me if I said I long to understand your mind? To ask why a scar resides there and What makes your gears turn, to know the attic of your brain intimately, even when darkness stirs You are a person, formed and made Uniquely as the snowflake on my nose. Your life is an ever changing landscape, and I would journey to catalog the flora and fauna Held within, if you would allow me so. I'll bring water for your garden And encourage the flowers to grow.
This is my first audio recording of anything Iβve written outside of university work, so Iβm a bit (lots) nervous. But, Iβm happy to share with you the poem I wrote in the manner my brain read it to myself.
My interpretation of sonder is a bit different than its original context for this poem, but it felt like the perfect word to title this piece. I wanted to write a poem about longing for someone yet knowing they remain their own person despite your thought of them. Yes, I can live without you, but I donβt want to. When you care for someone, you should see them as a full human with layers and intricacies that are not yet yours to discover unless they invite you in. No one is owed a debt of intimacy from another person, but everyone deserves love. You may only be a spectator of someoneβs life, but you can still care for them deeply.
love ya,
xoxo emma
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Looove this concept and your execution of it, Emma! I feel like you absolutely encapsulated the depth of sonder and adding your voiceover took the poem to a whole new level!
oh emma this is so beautiful!!!!! i adore your voice :'))