i am not fully awake.
I have barely begun to contemplate my existence, just the mewling, cooing light that has blanketed my form
There is a lump in my throat
I have felt it every time you tell me we should not be friends
Which has been so very often,
I have forgotten what it is like to not have that lump. I am not fully awake and it hurts to speak
Out Loud about the things we never said, but the things you said out loud are the smoothest—-
And it feels too painfully soft to grasp.
It hurts to move my shy and broken muscles
I am full of lumps
Bursting with human life; my womb is my baby’s home
I know you, however
Are smooth.
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Comments (5)
"And it feels too painfully soft to grasp." That line was just so profound! Your poem was so poignant and emotional. I loved it!
A lump in the throat may be like swollen glands--a sign of disease. And with relationships, just as with a cold, we may have found ways to ease the symptoms but not to cure the dis-ease.
Melissa I loved the authenticity and beautiful prose in this piece! I hope that the lump dissolves soon! Always rooting 4 you!
Love your entry into the challenge!!! Beautifully written!!!💕❤️❤️
This was lovely. A nice contrast in meaning, texture, and metaphor.