I remember a time I wasn't ready
Inspired from my past story "I don't want to kill you"
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM*
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This is how I remember it.
First, it was dark.
Then the hum, then a hand.
It didn't arrive; it seemed to have always been there.
Nestled between my naval and a nervous prayer.
No wrist, no arm.
Just a hand.
Warm as stolen light.
Gentle as a lie.
It began to move, slow spirals on my stomach.
Like it was like tuning a forgotten instrument.
Or unlocking a code only my solar plexus could hold.
Three fingers.
Two.
One~
Something sacred was about to hatch...
Until a whisper came,
Not from above...from inside.
"You should kill me."
That wasn't quite the words I heard... but I couldn't explain it to anyone, or else I'd be crazy.
The hand knew I wasn't ready for a child.
It was less a voice, more of a glitch in reality. Like my body had been keeping a secret from me, and it finally slipped...
When I woke up the next morning and took a test...I was clear~
Sometimes, the deepest wounds live in places no hands can reach...
...but even in the hollows where life once whispered, I still feel that handโtracing edges of my soul, reminding me that some love stories are written in silence, and remembered by the shape they leave behind.
Even though I may never get to meet you...
That hand, my child, remains in the silence within me; it's an uneasy relationship.
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Thank you so much for reading!
I hope everyone is well <3
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Dark, Surrealism, Psychological, Nature, Mythical, Whimsical
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Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (8)
This is so sad Kodah. Loss can manifest in so many hurtful ways. But it goes on, that thing called life. Hope you are well/
Youโve captured the complexity of loss, fear, and self-forgiveness in such an original and poetic way. Every line feels both raw and sacred.
Ohhhh my, thatโs haunting and beautiful all at once. Feels like a memory that knows itโs too heavy to be held in plain daylight. ๐
Oh, Kodah, I can feel your pain in this. It takes a lot of guts to share something deeply personal and vulnerable like this. Hope you are doing well, missed you here.
I missed you too! The best poetry shows our vulnerability... so this is, like, the best. Sending you Love & Light. โก Bill ๐โก
Missed you girl! You flame-broiled this one! So Poignant!
I remember that piece you published. Some things will always remain with us. Sending you lots of love and hugs ๐ฅบโค๏ธ Hope you're doing okay
You words fall like a gentle shower and the music reflects that despite being laced with darkness. Excellent poetry