I never let things go
even when they hurt me
even when they kill me
it is in my disposition
to let them do so
silently
slowly
until I start to fester
until my flesh is eaten away
to the very bone
even still
I can’t let things go
I hold them close to me
like fire
in the coldest winter
like a torch
in the darkest cave
I hold them up
and there they shine
I let them pave my way
so that past becomes present
fear becomes fraudulence
life
becomes something
like death
a reckoning
a tear down one’s cheek
a slow, sad stretch
of seamless repetition
a relentless punishment
for the eternally blurry gleam
of the past
of my sins and fears
and of all the ways
I have been weak
and failed
and frightened myself
is perhaps within itself
that fatalistic glow
in the dark corners
of these eyes
and in the endless caverns
of this wretched mind
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Kind of a crappy poem, from the trenches of my notes app. But alas—a poem nonetheless.
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It means a lot to me that you went through the effort to describe this space that isn't easy or pretty-looking. Many of us have these experiences, and that which we resist continues to persist. Scary lessons here, but lessons nonetheless. Thank you for keeping it REAL!
"that fatalistic glow in the dark corners of these eyes and in the endless caverns of this wretched mind." That's a powerful and poignant ending.
Excellent piece 🥰
Certainly not a crappy poem. At all. I am bugger for not letting things go.... And then just for added spice, I like to think about them all in the early hours of the morning and wonder what I should have done instead. This was fab Angela.
Far from crappy — this hits hard in the most honest way. The repetition, the imagery, the vulnerability… it lingers. Thank you for sharing something so raw.
Stop that, this is NOT a crappy poem! Why would you think that? 😢 I struggle to let things go and every line of this resonated with me. You perfectly captured the weight and pain, the burden we can't seem to rid ourselves of as we quietly use them and quietly suffer. No way this is crappy. That's like Suzanne Collins calling the Hunger Games crappy.
nothinng crappy at all! sad, relatable and title reminnded me of Chicago by Suftan Stephens!
Crappy?! Not at all! This was soooo relatable! I have attachment issues and abandonment issues, no matter how much it hurts to stay, I won't ever let go. Then I discovered that that's called a trauma bond 😅😅
We all float down here… (There was a red balloon; someone was gonna do it!) Love the poem!
Beautifully written
This isn’t crappy at all. Keep sharing your trenches work, it matters!
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