I traced your path
Counted the steps
From the porch to where your car was
And stood there amid my tears
They didn't need to tell me
I knew, felt and tasted your pain
Before they came
Fuck , a bomb exploded inside me
I couldn't go back home
Open the door you had shut that morning
I was scared I'd feel your warmth
In your leaving, I left too
I gave away so many things
Hoping I would/could someday forget
Or at least allow the setting me free
But I remember
I'm wiser knowing you this way
Because I love a little tighter now
And face my tomorrows with pieces
Of you within me...
Author notes
On the death of a boyfriend and losing pieces of me along the way ...I'm surviving somewhat
What did you think
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expansive
A nice, although, stark piece. It let me room to see my own heartbreaks through the cracks. I see your work has grown in depth, Kimberly. Now, can you write something to make me smile? Well...maybe you could just lend me one of yours? -
strong stuff
wow i thought this was quite moving and strong in its content. bloody good stuff
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The anguish, silently ripping us apart inside, for no one to notice, no one to see, may one day help us to become who we were destined to be. It forces us to use all the wit and imagination we possess to be able to survive. Some true and great friends to be there when we feel lost and often our escape and tutor that is poetry. The words in your poem give a lot to think about. Maybe a small token written for a similar occasion years ago might give you some measure of comfort in this devastating situation: http://terrarosso.com/Poem-If%20you%20knew.htm Thank you for creating and sharing. I hope The Light may warm you even in the coldest days and nights. Take care.
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I see a very positive point of view here, determined to savor life, knowing how important it is to hold every moment... wonderful feelings here...PK
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Pen on poet.
Release the pain,
and write again!
I lost my mom and step dad last year.
We support you!
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Deeply moving
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Kimberely,
This write is heart wrenching, and touches the reader in many ways. That said, I want you to know that it does get better, trust me, it does. Don't "lose" pieces of yourself...but harbor the good memories that made the magic, and keep that...don't die inside...live your life to it's potential! I hope your heart heals.
Your friend,
Johnny
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very sensitive......honest expression of loss
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I am so sorry for your loss!
A beautiful and tragic write... but yet the ending has hope and freedom within it. A wonderful sentimental write! Great work on this!
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painful, beautiful work. a strong and poignant finish! like you are coming back to yourself.
Couple of typos....
Hopeing I would/could someday forget
Or atleast allow the setting me free
the 'e' in hoping, and the need for a space between 'at' and 'least'. I found that second line ("or at least...")a bit awkward, too, is there a word missing?
lovely work...I do wish you the best....
C
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So good to read you again. I remember you were one of the first people I've met here on AP, Kimberly
This one moves and stirs, and the closing lines will stay with me. I'm sorry for your loss and hoping that you will keep writing towards the light
~ Nicolette
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Very Well written! (:
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