Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Romanticism

  • Bearing The Yoke Of My Fate

    Bearing The Yoke Of My Fate

    Bearing the yoke of my fate
    I strive to stand up in a reality of tears and screams
    So often, I felt the overwhelming weight of my choices
    As if the sky had fallen over me like an antique drape
    And regrets swallow my heart, shattering it into pieces

    So, I remained alone in an empty chamber furnished only by silence and darkness
    And there I lingered, soaked in my hallucinations and sorrows
    I lost the sense of time
    I close my eyes, and I perceive the emptiness of existence
    The past and the present blend like colours on a canvas

    I wonder what the sense of my life was and is
    Is all the suffering worth it?
    Can my tears wash away my pain?
    It should be the time to lose control of rationality
    As if I want to pretend that I have some sparkle of wisdom
    Nevertheless, everything is vain, and everything will eventually be obliterated

    Bearing the yoke of my fate
    I wander in the vastness of desolation and indifference
    Should I have been dreaming all night, I knew not
    Because I wasn’t awake or as well asleep
    I only felt a sweet languor
    I only felt a sharp and atrocious pain
    Dragging me deep into the abyss of self-destruction
    Elisabetta

  • My Blank Pages

    My Blank Pages

    My blank pages of life and stories teach me to embrace the enigma of my fate
    Whenever I think about my future
    I can only see blank pages of a book still to be written
    With my patience and perseverance, I try to love the unknown

    I always change mood like a cloudy sky that lets the sun shine through the haze
    Sometimes I feel like a flower that has been sunburned in the summer months
    Oftentimes I feel like a leaf falling from its tree under the influence of an unpredictable wind
    Everything around me is a reflection of my true self

    I always avoid mirrors to not let them swallow my soul
    Indeed, I am a perpetual dreamer whose real image appears through rhymes and verses
    I will never know myself for I’m an infinite abyss of mysteries
    And I even don’t aspire to get all the knowledge of this universe

    Always metamorphosing into someone new
    I wait for the time that doesn’t matter anymore
    As I see my shadow disappear beneath the night sky
    Wandering and getting lost in the forest of doubts

    I don’t have certitudes and I don’t know how to embrace my future
    Sometimes I believe that I love instability
    Sometimes I think that I have a predilection for blank pages
    I’m a blank page waiting to be written

    Paroxysm of emotions is my way of expressing my true essence
    I’m made of dreams and illusions
    I suffer unbearably and I love being delusional
    A romantic is never a loser but an eternal source of magnificence

    I will never bow to power and oppression
    I’m a free spirit and like a wildflower, I love to catch a glimpse of the sky
    While the pouring raindrops fall all over me
    I wait for my dreams to come true and for my heart to be consumed by madness
    As a book with blank pages, my inner senses yearn to be filled with both bliss and decay.
    Elisabetta

  • My Song Of Agony

    My Song Of Agony

    My Song Of Agony

    this is my song of agony
    I wish I had understood before
    my fault is my fragility and vulnerability
    being like a child who had never been protected
    as a consequence of all the abuses
    I had to endure in my life
    without any protection

    to be loved and protected is a delight I will never know
    I am not any more broken inside
    because I have been already shattered to fragments of myself
    I am not any more a whole creature
    being always cynically exploited by others
    the only things to keep me alive is my poetry
    which is part of my body and soul

    I am poetry, and it is the purest part of me
    poetry for pure and naive souls
    poetry for creatures who are honestly in love
    a pure love that doesn’t betray
    love is not just a short sentence
    fake love is a successful tool to lure a pure soul
    pure love is the most sublime of all feelings
    which should not be used to hurt fragile souls
    souls who never met kindness, love and compassion

    because it is so hard to be me
    I am not just a freaky girl for the sake of being “cool”
    there are traumas and abuses behind my being a “dark romantic” poet
    in an aura of romantic torments and anguishes
    being an exotic flower and an unconventional girl
    the Israeli Jewish girl with “that Italian” accent

    and there is also my loss since two years
    which I still feel a lot
    not having a father is miserable
    not having more chance to have a family
    being lonely and alone
    no love
    no affection
    just the coldness of a cynic society

    this is my song of agony and pain
    living a life made of words, passions and love
    love burns me alive
    love pierces my heart
    I scream in agony
    it is the scream of my bleeding heart
    and all the stars of the universe collide
    merging in a hybrid star
    which is inside my heart

    I cannot stop loving
    I cannot stop dreaming
    a transcendental love
    without reward
    without return.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shyness

    Shyness

    Shyness

    Shyness is one of the several gems that are held inside the treasure of my soul
    I would permanently hide this side of myself with a smile rather than being paralysed by fear
    It is the softness and sweetness of my dreamy essence
    It is part of my delicacy and femininity
    My soul is similar to a piano nocturne
    My shyness would conceal my authentic nature, which is a blend of Romanticism and Victorian era
    Sometimes I would identify myself in some painting
    As if I would belong to a previous reality
    Hence I would disappear amid my dreams
    Lost in the sublimity and beauty of the universe.
    Esther Racah

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