you look familiar

At the end of the stretch of loneliness
I promise you there will be a vast glow of just the person you thought you wanted
They extend their hands like ramps, pressed against you
Catching your bones before your legs gave out
Just after miles of quivering knees
But that glow that you stared at with such immensity, which made needles look dull
Will be nothing but that one light bulb flickering amongst a string of Christmas lights
They only last a season, of course, the coldest season of all
And it can only light up a gruesome home for so long
Until your neighbors judge you for leaving them up past March
I think we all look for light bulbs
We call our selves stud finders
But hang up our shelves pretty damn crooked
We dress trash up to look like vinyl records
And play them until the needle breaks
We buy flower pots and a watering can
But forget the seeds.
We come out of life changing battles
And take in people who have never heard of a shower
People call us warriors
And we’re still treasuring a dim light bulb
A candle with no wick
Like wearing $100 shoes that give you blisters every time you wear them
Idolizing a scene from a movie you can’t bear to watch
We called their hands ramps
But we see ourselves roll down the hill
There is nothing worse than escaping trauma just to fall back into the same trenches that imprinted on you.

Author's Note

my concern for my poetry is relatability. Let me know if this is something you relate to or have experienced. thanks!

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Life is difficult, and no one should be judged by their lifestyle, but life also throws curve balls at us and it’s difficult to forget..not all of us are equal, but all of us deserve respect, no matter what.We try to escape our traumas but then fall back into the same pit.
Well written. Thanks for sharing.
Best
Betty

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some just thrive on adversity and drama...
they build it for themselves...
Rolling down hill often seems to have less friction...although in the end we may regret it.
I really like the part about the shoes.
j.

[MomzillaNC]

Aren't we all on the precipice of falling back into those "same trenches" with every breathtaking difficult turn life throws at us?