I release you, my beautiful and terrible
love. I release you. You were my cherished
and detested twin, but now I don’t know you
as myself. I release you with a heart
as heavy as a salty millstone
drowning in the sea.
You are not my blood anymore.
I give you back to the women
who were frozen by your chilled tongue,
who you dissected with demure distance,
I give you back to the women
who still faint at your feet to search
for the veiled crumbs of your smile.
I release you, love, so you can no longer
keep me naked and shivering before you,
and desperately dancing behind you.
I release you, love, because you hold
my lungs too tightly in your grip, and I was born
with the need for oxygen.
I release you.
I release you.
I release you.
I release you.
I am not afraid to be angry.
I am not afraid to forgive.
I am not afraid to be lonely.
I am not afraid to be in pairs.
I am not afraid to be hated.
I am not afraid to be loved.
I am not afraid to be loved, to be loved, dear.
Oh, you have betrayed me but I closed my eyes.
You have spat me out, but I climbed between your teeth.
You have skinned me, but I handed you the knife.
You have robbed me of my existence, but I gave it up too freely.
I take myself back, love.
You are no longer my shadow,
and I am not anymore your loyal slave.
You can’t live in my day,
you can’t live in my ears,
my eyes, my pulse,
my stomach, or in my heart my heart
my heart
But come to me, love
I am alive and strong and you are so afraid
of being left exposed.
A contest entry
- An Abundance of Titles by Mad As Rabbits.
700 points, ended December 30, 2007, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - give me your silver winning poems; win gold. by epitome.
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Creative poem you have penned here - silver winner as well. Life is not always the way we want it to be, and as twins oft there are thoughts that go deeper than norm.
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It is always our strengths that allow for
us to comfort the weak. You bring much to
light here and the repetition is fabulous
for bringing this across as a lament...
this moment was fought against for so long.
Congrats on the recognition. Blue
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This is such a very well spoken piece, of trying to let love go; and find the strength in yourself to do what you can do for the good of your won heart. Truly beautiful and touching write!
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a beautiful and terrible love. ah yes, so it can be at the same time. I'm not sure if you write this as a man or a woman, but it emphasises the games played through love and how we become merely puppets to its call also. Perhaps only when we have freed ourselves from what we perseve to be love, do we find its kinder, better twin and not the poor reflection.
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*sigh*
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Who says twins are equal. Often there is conflict and who knows what happens before birth.
This is a heartfelt poem. A rally for your own self and sanity.
Well styled. This could be a song perhaps.
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This is a really deep and intense write of a rollercoaster of emotion, but you ended this realising your strength within.
I lvoe the line'for the veiled crumbs of your smile' Wonderful.
Quite a riveting read. Thanks so much for sharing.
Gaylene
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love it
I really like this bellow of independence! The only reason that some have two lives to live is that one has given up the only one she has. I can relate to "You have skinned me, but I handed you the knife."
The conclusion you have reached is the final realization - no one is stronger than oneself.
The repetition in the middle gives the poem a sense of "the lady doth protest too much", but by the end calmness returns.
Best of luck!
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Wow, I love this!!! I loved the emotion and the way it flowed and it was just amazing.
This was my favorite part: Oh, you have betrayed me but I closed my eyes.
You have spat me out, but I climbed between your teeth.
You have skinned me, but I handed you the knife.
You have robbed me of my existence, but I gave it up too freely.
It really shows how you were hurt, but you also sort of set yourself up to be hurt. It really shows the reader a lot instead of telling, amazing job with that!
Thanks for entering.
Love Always,
Caroline
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