Can’t TRACE you.
Can’t UNTHREAD you.
Can’t NAME it.
Can’t TAME it.
Can’t FORGET.
Can’t REMEMBER right.
Can’t SPEAK it.
Can’t cradle the QUIET.
Can’t run FROM it.
Can’t run TO it.
Can’t SEVER the tether.
Can’t STILL the pulse.
Can’t REWIND the start.
Can’t REWRITE the end.
Can’t UNFEEL the echo.
Can’t PRETEND again.
Can’t LOVE you unfractured.
Can’t LEAVE you unmarked.
Can’t TRUST the calm.
Can’t SURVIVE the dream.
Can’t SHOW my edges.
Can’t SOFTEN my spine.
Can’t let you IN.
Can’t DRAW the line.
Can’t tell if it’s ASHES.
Can’t tell if it’s TRUE.
Can’t be who I was.
Can’t be WITHOUT the ache of you
What are YOU to ME?
A shape-shifted ache.
A tempest in silence.
A truth I kept folding
crease after careful crease until it became
ALMOST nothing.
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Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (17)
“Can’t love you unfractured” Hauntingly beautiful and thought provoking
To be trapped is what this poem feels like. I hope you are ok. Its been 20 days since I seen a new story. Hugs, Komal 💓
incredible raw feeling , i really related to this today , beautifully wrote ! x
A concentrated construction of raw feelings. You always bring the expression heights Komal. Thank you for writing and sharing with the world!
This poem shows how we feel stuck between rock and hard place that we forget we have a third choice. It all depends on you. Powerful piece Komal!
Whoa this was devastating. Really liked the structure you used
Brilliant so unique so deeply from your guts and so freeing in its expression both thru words poem and structure and thru images that You choose :) !!!!! and the image takes me back to time where i did such work as a so called artist i love this darknest because its actually not Yours to carry but to free yourself this very expressive way whenever it comes on you from others like a rain !
"Can’t run FROM it. Can’t run TO it." Inexorably stuck between... I feel the angst, great job Komal ... 😊❤️🌙☀️💫
Your poem is a beautiful exploration of possibility and choice — the quiet power in the word ‘can.’ It reminds us how much strength lies in hope and determination, even when the path isn’t clear. Such an inspiring and uplifting piece.
The rhythm here illustrates the complexity of relationships can't live with them, can't live without them! Excellent, my friend!
When nothing gives you something to write about, that's something, right? Hehehe ... cheers my dear Komal! You always amaze me! :-)
This feels like fleeting vapor and it has such a beautiful longing behind the words.
I love the rhythm here. Each line hits like a heartbeat. Nice work!
But you CAN write amazing poems! ✨ Komal, every line felt like a cry, and the bold "nothing" at the end is such a gut-punch. I truly hope you are well!!
then they become nothing...
Excellent work. I love the punchy hits one after another. "Can’t REWIND the start. Can’t REWRITE the end." Oof, that one got me.
'Can't sever the tether' in this poem is such a great line. It's going to repeat in my brain all day.