i try to type
the words
on the screen
but the backspace key
seems to have a mind of its own
keeps deleting the text
i try saying the words
out loud
but they freeze in my throat
before melting away
into my gut
i have spent
a lifetime
believing that the most
blasphemous words
in the English language
that I could ever say were
vulnerable
need
fragile
help me
don’t leave
i do not allow
my traitorous tongue
to admit weakness
frantically trying
to convince everyone
convince myself
that I am
invincible
i zealously defend
and protect a heart
strong as steel
deep as ocean
battered and dented
delicate as glass
burying it so deeply
it would take an archaeologist
to unearth it
i ignore that i have body
that I am flesh and bone
blood and sweat
curves and edges
heartbeat and sighs
my sanity depending at times
on my ability to float out of my body
onto the ceiling
until danger has passed
i am raw
humbled
before you
weary
bruised
brought to my knees
i am vulnerable
i am fragile
i am breaking
cracking at the seams
into a thousand brightly colored shards
and it is killing me to ask you
to reach out your hand
and help me up
I can relate to the emotion captured here. The description was on point.
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So glad it resonated.
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Hola
Buena reflexión
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muchas gracias
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Quien es los sentimientos de el corazón personificado?
Explicame.
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Casi siempre hablo desde mi propio corazón
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Que bonito poema
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Gracias
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“I have never allowed my traitorous tongue to admit weakness.” — this line got me ❤
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I kind of love that line too!
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My two favorite lines: “my sanity depending at times
on my ability to float out of my body.” Beautifully written.
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Thank you
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This is lovely.
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Thank you!
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I can very much relate with this.
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this is one of those I’m glad/I’m sorry it resonated situations– glad I captured the experience authentically, sorry you live with this as well
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This just took my breath away. Especially when I got to the last few lines. Beautiful!
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Thank you so much Pennylane
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Lovely. I enjoyed d piece
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I am so glad
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Like something trying to claw itself through the chambers of the heart. Palpable.
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I can be a VERY visceral writer
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You certainly do it well. Painful but beautiful in its raw honesty.
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Thank you
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Hi Braveandreckless, you have really caught my attention with your post, you create amazing images, I love your use of metaphors and I can hear your unique voice so full of emotion. I’m going to read it to my adult learners on Wednesday; I’m trying to help my students change their negative school view of poetry being something inaccessible and removed from the ordinary everyday person to a positive view; realising how beautiful and emotional poetry can be and what a strong and cathartic voice it can have. Has writing helped you heal? Does sharing it help even more?
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Writing helps me in so many ways– it helps me let go a little of some of these and experiences. It lets dump them out on the screen and then step back a little and process them. This doesn’t happen all at once but is an ongoing process. One of the most powerful thing for me about writing these poems is being a voice for others you can’t or are not ready to write about these experiences. I feel less alone and deeply humbled every time somebody writes to me and tells me that I captured what they feeling perfectly. It has been incredibly powerful and liberating to find my voice and I strongly believe that poetry does not to be obscure. It can touch, it can teach it can connect and yes, I believe that it heals. Every time I write I assert that my truth has value, that my voice has value.
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Reblogged this on Create Space and commented:
Beautiful post…..If it’s killing you to ask, reach out…. ask….
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Thanks for the reblog!
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I’m new to this so at the moment my reblog won’t send you far but with time all is possible!
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Very Amazing. This speaks to most of us and about most of us it reminds me of a song by Travis Tritt, “Foolish Pride.” We are all to Prideful to admit defeat or weakness and that is as true as it gets.
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I can be proud, I suppose, but for me this is more about unlearning coping strategies that kept me safe when I was a child that no longer work for me
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I understand. You are still very Talented.
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Thank you
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I cried. I don’t do that often. Reminded me of the beginning of a poem that speaks to me.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
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Beautiful indeed! You might want to read https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2017/04/29/when-doves-cry/
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That was beautiful too. I love the simplicity. Gorgeous.
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Thank you.
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This line – “I have never allowed my traitorous tongue to admit weakness.” Beautiful poem
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Thank you!
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Thank you for the reblog. Very flattered.
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