Hemorrhage
The shattering of silence
(and the fact I cannot walk on water-only drown)
broke me
Words a soul should never hear
and the wondering of
"What did I do so wrong"
linger on the skin, like rain and
disease
But you moved on, shoved away,
and in a final flailing movement stabbed me in the heart
with words of
"let me go"
So the placenta finally fell,
after you ripped the umbilical cord free
and left me to hemorrhage.
Author notes
Taking a break for a while. Too much...life.
Written April 21st, 2006
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You write so vividly about the pain and heartbreak that one experiences in life. You are truly a gifted writer. I absolutely loved this, because it is something that most people (poets especially) can identify with so well.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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I am all wishy washy is all hun, and my sweety has accused me of speaking like a poet as well from time to time! Thank you so much for the wonderful comments. Your effort and words mean a lot to me.
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Intense
Wow, I can intepret this in two ways, the loss of a child or the one I am leaning more towards, the loss of love and how the person you loved didn't care anymore... either one is devastating and I could feel the utter sadness and intensity in this poem. Very well written and expressed. I hope things are better in your life now -
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Actually....a bit of both. My eldest daughter ripped free of her family in such a painful way. To a mom, her child tearing away, and leaving the nest, hurts. But to do so with bitter words and angst, is a pain worse than death.
Thank you for the kind and insightful comment.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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ah..familiar theme in this one. I think one of the most frustrating things in life for me has been the way that the people we want to hold on, inevitably shove us away despite how tight we may try to hold on.
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Thank you so much for the kind comment. It was indeed hard to let go as she was my eldest child, and left in such a huff. Time heals all wounds, even if scars remain. Thank you again.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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very different from your usual writes
very dark and almost depressing,
i hope all is well with you
as always though the imagery is amazing
this one just happens to be one you may not want to see
great job
Peace and Blessed Be
~midnight~ -
Angels walk among us disguised as Friends
I Love you.. remember we all grow and come back to the nest honey..
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this poem moved me...
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This has (at least to me) a hint of a fledgeling leaving the nest. No easy way to let go of love, except knowing that real love always returns. Find the time and peace you need, the world will be here when you're ready.
Slyder
Edited on Apr 21, 7:05 p.m. because ''. -
While I have not gone through this form of withdrawl I too find myself with little creative time.
We will await your healing and return.
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Much Love
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A few ways to interpret this, but I am sure it is very personal and only you know the real meaning of this. Deep, dark and sad as can be.
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this one has me thinking. i believe it will take a few reads for me to get the proper meaning. An excellent write, it just falls outside the realm of what i have studied so far.
~Art
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