the pain. #poetry

Don’t freak out… don’t worry — I am okay. This is yet another poem I discovered in yet another old journal. By the date, I can tell you that I wrote this just after a very upsetting break-up. Clearly, I was devastated.

undone.

As the knife in my heart
Twists and turns inside me
I reach and stretch and search
For something to stop the pain…
But there is nothing to grab
No escape… no way back
I can only hold
The pain
It is all I have
And all I am
And all I will be

©1997-2017 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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9 Responses to the pain. #poetry

  1. mywords331 says:

    This poem is really sublime imbued with heartfelt emotions.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Meghan Tregellis says:

    Wow, you were clearly devastated! We pull some of the best stuff from those deep dark painful emotions though. An excellent example. ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

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