- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Reluctant Healing
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So, there's this broken place inside of me. Invisible
to naked vision,
but you... How did you see?
How dare you touch those parts denied caress
for far too long? How could you hold
those shards that simply
wanted
not
to
feel.
How dare you heal,
insinuate soothing on scars content to bleed!
How could you know that I need
more than just a place to hide. That less than alive
was never living.
And less than living is far more fatal
than nightshade sips. Cocooned safety
slips poisoned by sympathy's strychnine.
That safe space was mine... And I...
I WANTED to die!
When the truth hurts,
sometimes a lie is enough
to carry along,
at least til final breaths bring release.
And you had to enter and point out exit signs
flashing, This Way To Peace.
And with gentle command you made me listen
until all I could hear was your whispers,
promises I hoped...
I hoped for the first time since broken.
And what woke in me
was more.
And I screamed
because feeling is war
when shards start to feel again.
And I raged
because I hated you for not running away
and leaving this mess behind.
And I wept
because I loved you for staying after all
and...
How could you?
The pain was never yours to bear
but you stood there unflinching under its blow.
How could you know
there's this broken place inside of me.
And I wanted to be
invisible.
But you saw past the flaws
and in your eyes
my own found life again.
Because maybe, past the broken,
something better begins.
- COMMENTS
JaySecrets27 days agoAuthor*Author's comment here*- I love that you latched onto that line. I have a friend who is a SERIOUS slam poet and spoken word artist. She's been in the audience in a couple of the shows I have been in, and when a line hits her just so, if you listen closely you can hear her saying, almost under her breath, "shhhhiiiit!!" Her voice is one of those internal voices for me now, and the piece isn't quite right until I hear that shhhiiit! in my head. For this piece, this line is one of those major moments. So thanks for picking up on it. I love it when people find the little gems I hide inside a piece of writing.
SlowHiker51about 1 month ago"How dare you heal,
insinuate soothing on scars content to bleed!"
I love it, especially this line. The audacity of coming into my life and healing me!
