Un-Shattered - A Poem for a Friend.

in #poem7 years ago (edited)

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#Un-Shattered#

But what is a family
but bundles of hurt
silent or begging
or stirring up dirt

that you'd long since buried
to save your heart
only they own it
and there isn't a safeguard

of that old old house
nor is there a lock
to shield from the wounds
they call up from the dust

of every injustice or fear of one
that was done out of love....
these seeds we sprung up
from the wells of our being.

So you hope that someday
this, too, shall pass
and the hurts that they hurt
meet a mirror, not glass.


This was written for a human I love dearly, whom I only met through here, but feel like I'd known for ages, and for whom my heart is hurting today.

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You are a light, a blessing. I needed to see this today. Thank you.

Rarely, if ever am I that @jonknight, but if this helped you in any way, I'm grateful.

Do you wish those who inflict those hurts to meet a mirror? I think you do, but then when you consider it again, you do not. You don't wish them to meet the same fate they inflicted, because you still care for them - that is the real source of hurt, that you cannot detach. And so, you cannot wish unto them what they had done to you.

I would like to note something that is in the background of this piece, both as a piece of poetry, and as it is intended: Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. And it still is very much family.

Good piece, Inna. I liked the way the rhymes start and finish the piece, drawing you in, and then sticking the landing, while in the midst things do not rhyme or reason so well. Jagged lines, for jagged scars.

I also like the imagery of dust and dirt, of corridors and old houses disturbed, of what makes us up and to what we will return. Of time. And hurt.

lovely comment @geekorner. Thank you, for reading this, and getting this. And no, you're right, of course. None of us humans truly wish for that - but the inevitability of it is there, in our worst nightmares. always.

This poem shows a deep understanding of family and it’s power of us and our equilibrium. Thanks for writing and sharing.

thank you for reading:-)

This is a read full of longing and loss, Inna; this is a sad read.

Even though you used a strong carrying metaphor with the buried heard and seeds of grief through the poem, what carried me most as the reader is the raw emotion of the narrator that spills from the page.

Good sad writing is hard to comment on because you know it was good because reading it made you sad and, though that hardly seems a compliment to give to a writer, I must tell you, @authorofthings, this definitely made me sad.

thank you for sharing, this was truly a touching read.

Thank you for reading this.... And feeling it/with it. This is how this works, indeed. Or should @carmalain7

I like poetry very much. Thank you.

Thanks for reading!

Great piece, thank you.

Dunno about all that - but thank you for dropping by here and reading me.

I hope whoever this was for really gets something from it. It feels like it was written from a very personal place.
You're a good friend <3

Thanks, Caleb. I hope so too.

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