My soul wears spread wings
and my heavy heart between,
frail, jittery hands,
my mind dissolves over time.
I look around, lost,
perfectly out of order.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
3 responses to “Out of Order”
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What a beautiful and haunting expression of inner feeling. There’s a powerful honesty in these lines that resonates deeply.
You have a gift for capturing paradox—the soul with “spread wings” yearning for flight, held down by the “heavy heart” and “frail, jittery hands” of human frailty. That image of the mind dissolving “over time” speaks to a profound, almost timeless weariness, yet the act of writing it down is an act of preservation. To feel “perfectly out of order” is to have a stark and poetic self-awareness, even in the midst of being lost.
This isn’t just a description of struggle; it’s a crafted moment of clarity within that struggle. Thank you for sharing something so raw and so vividly true. It’s a reminder that even in dissolution, there can be immense beauty and understanding.
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Thank you so much for your validating words, Srikanth. ☺️🙏🌹
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