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Thursday, December 4, 2008

Going Under

I don’t know how others bear
The pressure of a breaking heart
The way it was soft full and ready
It was so big
You think it can hold it all
But it can’t.
It breaks. It turns into shards
That float in your blood
like oil on the sea, killing
Only a matter of time
Before you drown in it. Or others do.
Charybdis roars and whips
Centrifugal, Centrifutile
And he’s already gone
A riptide of time and nerve cells
That clumped and didn’t branch
A limp limbic that could not swim
I stand on the shore
Not supposed to go in
Hope that there’s a boat
Or even a kindly whale
Maybe Gepetto’s inside
He’d like that.

posted at 4:33 pm 3 comments

3 comments

That is powerfully and beautifully said. Thinking about you. Take care

— added by Laurie Toby Edison on Thursday, December 4, 2008 at 11:38 pm

Grab our hands and let us pull you out. We’re here to help you climb back on to sturdy ground. Here is a hug for you.
-Candy

— added by Anonymous on Friday, December 5, 2008 at 10:02 am

Wow. It is such a beautifully written poem. You are definitely talented. I hope it makes you feel better writing poetry? I loved the ending.

— added by Holly Nappi Collins on Friday, December 5, 2008 at 11:13 am