What did you expect of dark mist to do to me,
once it swallowed you? You thought me strong,
a hero, a valiant warrior woman? I was not. I am not.
I borrowed your belief in me and seemed to you
as if I could bend and not break, break and not be gone.
So much of me has escaped with you, that my ribs
knock against each other in some clinking amazing Grace.
There is a hollow where screams, “Come back, come back,”
echo in canyons of empty heart. I am no longer myself.
I am me, without you. You without me. Such sad songs.
I have told God how angry I am at his clay-making. I was a slip
attachment to you. It was you who made me look bold and brave.
It was your leaving that left me a broken piece of pot.
I will petrify knowing that I once belong to a beautiful whole.
Someone said love hurts. No, it is not that, exactly.
It is that love defines us. We become
what the pot thinks of its handle that is attached
as an afterthought. We are beautiful only in our belonging.
Oh, we were beautiful in the Northern Lights, dancing.
Oh, I am pitiful as a far-flung piece of you and you of me.
Half my heart clings to heaven, for its hope.
I shall never be able to make myself attach fully
to any other because of the jagged break
in being jarred from you. I shall always be
the extra piece that really belongs elsewhere:
A weak joint, hanging on until tomorrow.
Author notes
I shall never be whole again...just a simple attachment to life itelf.
Broken Road
In a list
A contest entry
- Great Love Great Loss by kwallycat.
430 points, ended February 28, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is THE most amazing poem I've read in a very long time.
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Thank you misslovely22. This is a poem dear to the quick of my heart.
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The cuts the soul. The sorrow is so deep, the pain so very real. It is as though you can breathe it and do it with a reality that slowly tortures. Fanastic work here.
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thank you. I can tell you, I have had woudnings, but nothing..nothing to caompare to this,.
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Not sure why I hadnt read this one before...but sister this one really got to me and I am sure you know why. Your words are so close to my heart and I truly know from where it was written. We have walked the same road so many times, and have healed our pains and shared our joys together. You truly are a soul-sister to me and have been for years.
Thank you for once again touching my hear with your words.
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You know, it is silly, perhaps, but I cried throught he writing and I cry even no as I read it again.....what a sorrow it has been and how it owns me when I allow it too. I lvoe you too, gf....our beginnings, our middles, our endings, all are known by you...few have that knowing in my life...
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Wonderful
This is sad...but I agree with you about your outlook on love. This was beautifully written. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck!
<3 kwallycat
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thank you Kwallycat....it is how I define good days and wonderful things..I weigh it against that exact sorrow.
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"I borrowed your belief in me and seemed to you
as if I could bend and not break, break and not be gone."
Sighhh...This is one mighty ache of a poem, my Sister...a jagged edge, puncturing holes in the canvas of darkness, searching for the light we both know is there...was there...will be there once more...Brilliant, beautiful, mournful & bold penning, my dear Friend...Ahhh, how I wish neither of us knew what this meant so well...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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It is not something I cling to like a gold star, but it so very much a part of me..when I am alone, when I am thoughtful, when I dream...it finds its way to my home, myheart, and sits there humming sad songs. I know you know.
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This is a moving and emotional piece my friend! My favorite stanza was # 4. It seems that you like so many of us have learned all of life's lessons the hard way! This is one of my fav's of yours thus far! Thanks for sharing your talent! You are an amazing poetess!
Blessings and hugz,
Frogz~
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thank you frozen.....some times it sneaks up on me...there was something so beautiful...even now, something so beautiful in that wounding.
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The second stanza was beautiful... probably my favorite in the whole piece (though there are several lines here and there that totally pop and make the stanza burn). The poem is incredibly sad, but not in the boo-hoo pity me way... no, it is much more subtle and moving than that. Lovely stuff.
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Oh no...pity is the worst of responding emotions...I would rather be hated than pitied... I honeor that relationship..he woudl not want me sad..in fact, he would be hurt to know how much I still hurt. It was improtant that Joy be in and of me..and him..and us.
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