I am...falling tragically behind on all of my napowrimo writings....at best all i have is the beginnings of poems....but i'm kind of ok with that. i'd like to say that one day i'll be amazing enough to sit down and crank out thrity great poems in a day...or at least forgiving enough of myself to let the stuff i know is bad sit long enough to be edited. (for those that are confused...before, i refused to recognize the crap, now i don't even allow myself to write it down)
in any case, i asked my sister to write me a po-em and she did, and so here is the beginning of the one she's getting in return. don't know if you guys will get to see the finished version, but we shall see.
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it is no easy thing
the strength it takes to hear someone say 'i love you'
no magic bullet
the courage it takes to trust it is no lie
if you are reading this
it's an act of will i have learned not to take for granted
i know what it is to deserve congratulations for crawling out of bed
to comfort yourself with only things you know will someday kill you
and pray that no one else will try to read beyond the lie
i hope this poem finds you well
less about survival stories
more about surviving
more about forgetting the struggle to survive
So I've recently come to the realization that the #1 reason why I a no longer desire to be married is because I have a fear of that level of intimacy.
ReplyDeleteThis right here is all up in my world today:
it is no easy thing
the strength it takes to hear someone say 'i love you'
no magic bullet
the courage it takes to trust it is no lie
My breath literally caught in my chest after I read that. Thanks for the (beginning of a) poem!