Skip to main content

Have you ever read a book and afterward your heart felt numb? Perhaps, weak? Well, the dismal and somber words of Author Torres in her emotive poetry book, ‘Shadowed Tears’, will literally transmit chills down your spine, but it’s not because of horror. For the title of the book in itself precisely describes the theme and mood of this emotional poetic composition in utter perfection.

Torres, portrayed in this collection as a dejected spirit, is seemingly bound to a cold world of solitude and isolation. In the opening, she immediately lets us know this by providing more than one definition for the word, alone, by using key phrases such as,

“To cry and hug yourself”, or to be “be dead on the inside...”

Like any human, heartsick and neglected, the character in this book yearns for a sunny day adorned with colorful bright rainbows, and seeks love to cure the psychological and spiritual sickness she is faced with; yet and still, with each verse you read, it is evident that hope and promise are swiftly slipping from her grasp, as she succumbs to the deception of defeat. Her weary voice, still youthful, indicates a certain degree of fear, but at the same time, an acceptance. Emotions and feelings that she writes about usually don’t make it any further than the pages of a diary, so even considering the incessant misery; it comes off as a bit shocking that she isn’t entirely ashamed to admit the dangerous vulnerability threatening her life and future or her deep sentiments of hopelessness.

Continuing on, you begin to imagine the ‘mental prison’ that the author figuratively and metaphorically describes in several different ways. After reading one of Torres’s poems entitled, ‘The Outsider’, images of this obscure, cold “psychological prison” become more and more real, while her desperate cries for help are disregarded and unnoticed.

This poem reminds you of that classic character we’ve probably all seen on television once before; the rejected introvert who never really fits in, struggling to find a place in society and understand their own identity. And Author Torres does an excellent job at bringing her own individual and distinct voice and person to life through words! She doesn’t just write about ‘the outsider’, she tells you, she actually was the outsider, and it’s more to it than what one may think. And for every person that has never actually had to endure the devastating impact or effects of societal rejection, this book will surely broaden your perception. She uses direct and simplex phrases like,

“Will I ever learn?
There is no place for me,
I have searched too long;
It’s what’s meant to be...” to let you know she is beginning to accept the gloom ensnaring her.

There is another poem which is quite disturbing entitled, ‘What Did They See?’ This poem is written with aching pain and is a story we hear of much too often. The detrimental damage of the harrowing cycle of torment finally weigh in after reading this one. Torres says,

“So many days, I wanted to die
But all I could do was have a good cry,
I reached out to them just needing a friend
But all they had done is laugh with no end.”

In this very statement, the contempt from humiliation and ridicule voiced in this poem illustrate a rather maleficent representation of an unfortunate reality. Nonetheless, the Author is fearless enough to acknowledge and confess her hazardous contemplations of ending her life. Even so, we believe that the individual overcomes the idea of defeat by continuing to go on, even if she fails to realize it, for she still lives to share her testimony today.
In conclusion, aside from the actual theme and message of the book, this was a well-written concrete ensemble that reminds us all of why poetry is so influential. Whether the emotion be sadness, happiness, anger, or love; the authenticity delivered in every single poem of this book is purely undeniable. It was real, poignant, and strikingly candid; and we believe with confidence that Author Torres’s voice speaks volumes for an entire audience of exhausted souls. Though one may say to themselves, the contents of this book is merely just words on paper, we will say, that once you have truly taken the time to experience the void blackness of her night and inconsolable pain of her heart; the key to her freedom could only exists within the shadows of her tears.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hello readers, fans, friends, family:

I recently submitted an interview with Creative Talents Unleashed. They are the ones who published my last poetry book titled: Turmoil.

Turmoil is my second book of poetry. The book has different poems that reflect on difficult times in my life. I do hope the poems can help anyone experiencing anything similar, and can find hope, and inspiration. As part of my preface I wrote "Here's hoping to connect." I always want to connect with my readers, and hope to again.

I have shared the link to my interview, but I have also pasted it here. Thank you all for your continued support.

Here's the link https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2017/06/17/author-interview-with-a-m-torres/

At the bottom of the interview you will find the excerpt of "The Walls" one of the poems in Turmoil. Click on the link to read the poem :) Thank  you.

Interview – Book: TurmoilCreative Talents Unleashed: Hi Ana, thank you for agreeing to this interview.

Turmoil - A.M. Torres second book of Poetry.

I began my last blog with a Happy New Year. That was back in January 2017. We are now in May of 2017, and I do hope that you did have a Happy New Year even as I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas during 2016. I've been meaning to blog a lot more than I have. I apologize that it's taken me this long to blog again. 2016 was a rough year for me. If you remember the post about my therapist and his sudden death which took place last September. Then came the death of my father on October 4 barely two weeks later maybe three. It was rough. Its still rough. I mentioned my father's Alzheimers, and the struggle my family endured with his condition. This has been a tough adjustment period, and we miss him every day. Today marks seven months he passed away.

This is the main reason why I've fallen behind on so much blogging. However, I am happy to report that my second book Turmoil is finally ready, and was published back on March 18. The book took a long time in the making, bu…

Therapy Heartbreak

Last September twelve, I woke up feeling tired like I always did from going to bed at four a.m. I have called myself a hopeless insomniac for some time now, so it's gotten to the point I don't even try to go to sleep early anymore. But I must digress from my sleeping problem for now. On this Monday I got up and dressed quickly for I was due for my therapy session at nine a.m with Dr. Michael Hy Rein at Bailey Seaton Hospital. I'd been seeing Dr. Rein who I called Mike by this point, for four years, this year becoming the fourth year.

I was tired, but I was ready as I was most Mondays when I went to see Mike. We didn't have a session the previous Monday since it was Labor Day, and the clinic was closed. I didn't see him for the rest of that week because he was on vacation.

"We're closed next Monday," he had told me. "But I'll be off for the rest of that week too."
"You'll be on vacation?" I asked.
"Yes," he confir…