Sick of the sound of the metal
clink, clinking with collision of rain,
time, and hours of attempts
to unfold out-dated comforts,
you began to ignore my heart-felt.
My words, my hands, my love
dripped and dropped in the bucket.
Time has passed, still in the bucket,
you don't need me, nor anyone,
free-spirit, with your super-human
strength on the outside,
the ache of neglect and abandonment
devouring the sweets inside.
You're beginning to rot.
Cast it off, break chains, habits
dirty relations, that rancid carnage;
it has you bound, taking you down
flashing regrets at you, enjoying
every second of your fall.
Little does it know, I have you,
by the arm first, then torso,
pulling you up, letting it drown away.
Behind you, faces you know,
poets you've read, good you've seen
pull hard, singing joy to you.
Slow freedom, grab on, latch on.
And walk away.
Author notes
Readers, this poem was written for a dear friend of mine. It is an unusual write for me therefore it is not comparable to her, but I hope she will garner hope from it.
Chelle, people seem to love to point out to you that you are strong enough to overcome anything. I know that your strength is sapped, waning, and sometimes the desire to use it is nill. Yes you have seen bad, but you have also seen good. Remember that, and remember the friends and poets who fought the same (or similar) and won.
Comments
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Chelle sent me this one, and I am so glad she did! Chelli, has been through a lot with me in past few years, and now, finally seeing the good that comes when one is patiant, and waits for what they deserve.
I too have seen Chelli go through sooooo much, more than a young lady of her age, should ever see or go through.
Thanks for writing this for her, and loving her too!
Great job on this one!
Chelli AP Mom
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Shirley, thank you so much for this. I have had the absolute day from hell - I won't go into the details, it's not the time nor the place - and yes, people keep saying I can overcome anything. I'm never sure, entirely, if I am. I usually assume not, but I'm going to print this off as soon as I can, fold it up, and keep it with me. And you, Shirley, have always been an inspiration to me. I think of you often when it's hard. Thank you once again so so so much for this gift.
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