She Wrote

A poem she wrote.

Oh, the pain behind the poet

Is enough for you to know it

When she riddles all her tragedies

But when her memories get too hazy

And her willpower has gone lazy

She starts giving up on answers that she never has received

And she wrote,

“Send my soul on to Jerusalem.

I no longer play the fool, I’m done.

I’ve lived a shorter life than Methuselah.

And that’s a battle only everyone has won.”

Well, you can’t expect to swim an ocean or two

For someone who won’t step across a puddle for you

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink

These are lessons in life that stop and make you think

So, she wrote,

“Bless my heart as it lay broken in my hands.

I’ve tried to put it back together, but nobody understands.

I’ve built all my dreams like castles in the sand.

Now, I’m underneath the waves and unable to stand.”

She ripped up the pages, she broke all the locks

She felt her stomach tie up in knots

She stared out the window, but saw passed the pain

Then somehow found the courage to try it all again

That’s when she wrote,

“Supper done come before I could get home.

So, I sit with myself, too afraid to eat alone.

Gorging on my sorrows, till I’m barely flesh and bone.

And feeding off the lies until my hunger's all gone.”

Reviews

[Stephen]

Well, you can’t expect to swim an ocean or two
For someone who won’t step across a puddle for you
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink
These are lessons in life that stop and make you think

Impressive!!

The whole poem's touching my heart ..am glad to read your work again. You know what? What the thing pulls me hard to your pages reading your much stuffs's "Your Rhythmic way of pop'n up the hearts with words beats... I love reading or mostly read rhythmic stuffs and I always appreciated the great talent of those who've got to write such kinda stuffs so, I do appreciate you. Lovely poem, I know this poem's filled with pain but I find here a relief ...a peace via words. How you pen down the words is very beautiful because every-time whenever I do read your stuffs remind my old stuffs i'd used to penned since a time back .. Ah! Nevermind! I Just adore this poem.

[Rebecca L. Smith]

Thank you so much for such a kind review. I've always just sort of written whatever comes naturally. The idea of specifically following a certain pattern, style, or rhythm, though is very challenging and rewarding, is not how I prefer to write. I feel that poetry is best in free-verse, because when I sit down to a blank page, I'm not always sure what is going to come out, and I couldn't imagine setting boundaries for the creativity or flow for any reason.

[StrixNebulosa]

The end line reminds me of Duet 8:3... you have a real talent, and the Truth behind your words is strong and knowing... extremely impressed.

[Rebecca L. Smith]

Thank you for the kind words. My writing is very heavily influenced by spirituality and my family.