There were a few different prompts that I wanted to partake in this week, but I couldn’t write anything good in response to them yet. This poem, which I wrote a few days ago, is linked with DVerse OLN.
When troubles come, I must
Avail myself of help,
Ready to be my shield:
Refuge of gratitude, happiness
In the midst of an enemy army
On the march — I find purchase on this
Rocky path and soldier on.
For FOWC: Social.
For growth of likes and shares —
The myth-maker daily
Scrolls and stares,
Searching for someone
To voice validation,
A virtual fence from
Lonely fears and cares.
She thought she might be better in 3 days
Or maybe a week or two, she certainly
wasn’t expecting 3 months, although she
should have been expecting that, I mean,
a fellow patient in the hospital told her
“you could be a model if you gained weight”
if she GAINED weight, that’s how
messed up she was, and deep down,
buried under all the lies she knew it
somewhere in her gut, whose cries she’d
been ignoring, and it was SO HARD
to learn how to listen again and for the
longest time she wondered, “How am I
going to fit food in here when there’s
all this anger taking up the space?”
A cathartic piece for DVerse MTB.
This is a fulfilling quadrille for DVerse, and I am also sharing this poem with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
I ask that my dreams be filled with happiness,
But more often there is much nervousness —
I dream of lost things, of storms
Without shelter, of fears in several forms.
Yet sometimes, though the dreams may scare,
I prefer them to reality’s stark stare.
In response to SoCS: pack/unpack, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
How difficult it is
To unpack emotions
When returning from
A trip to denial:
Having packed them
So tightly in the valise,
How difficult it is
To loose them,
And let them go.
How simple it is
To misconstrue them,
When seeing only
The tip of the iceberg,
And none below.
Thanks to FOWC: Forever and Sanaa’s prompt about flowers for partially inspiring this new poem of mine.
I want you to buy me flowers,
Even if blooms as beautiful as
Pink carnations will be
Withered within a week —
A part of me wishes to gripe,
“Why try? We know it’s not
Forever so why create
A scenario for heartbreak?”
Another part is ready,
To take a breath, deep,
Unwilling to safety keep
When it means stifling —
To remember that we
Know not everything.
Pick up your pen and close your eyes,
Open yourself up to write.
Breathe, and feel the heart beating
Find the untouched wildness inside.
If words do not come running stay listening,
Don’t rush; let the muse trust you:
Now what is it saying?
I wrote this because I had difficulty coming up with something to write for this quadrille challenge. Also linking with JusJoJan day 28.