Go easy on me, dear
for inside there is a broken world
that made room for us,
an impossible dream with props
and straw bridges that kept us.
As you have been my provision
I, yours, you see me patching the tare
where I must be the love you missed;
the one that your mother forgot and
father never secured.
Treat me well for these remainders,
for all of heaven wants you to
and I am tired and lonely
floating on vows and heresay.
are you not afraid , you?
afraid that today could be the test
for another last moment,
a regeneration and change, your cruelty
refused to make time for.
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I love the power you use in these words, straw bridges, patching, floating...all add to the delicate flavor to the pain. Beautiful.
Great Job,
goldfishpollywog
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Hoodwink!
There is such an anguish to this piece, I can't quite put my finger on just what the metaphor is but it cuts to the core.
to you fine and dear poet
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whoa. this is really emotional. your words were very impactful. great write keep the faith alive.
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I am uncertain who is the speaker and who is addressed, and unsure whether that matters. We all need love, especially the parts of us crying for attention.
"As you have been my provision
I, yours, you see me mending the place
where I must be the love you missed"
The title points to a mistake in cellular regeneration, mending uncontrollably.
I'm easily confused - forgive me if I misinterpret.
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With respect, I think you could know that this is a cry from within. Thank you so very much for the careful interpretation.
You got it.
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