I'll Pull You Out

Put a name to what you're feeling. 

What was the word again?

My vocabulary is scribbled through this stack of wet newspapers. 

Feverish flipping, riffling through pages. Disintegrating between my finger tips.

Sitting on the street corner in the rain, strangers leaving pennies to my name. 

Swallowing pebbles like pills, rock candy in my stomach. 

Heavy, weighted, beanie baby belly. 

How do I make space for this? 

Dusting the cobwebbed corners of this temple I do not find the altar worthy to hold the memory. 

I have to live this way forever? This is how we move on from here?

Never to be whole again. 

Tears turn to snow turn to leaves. 

Tiny treetops are little glass spindles into my spine, leaving cracks in my resolve. 

Surrounded by puppets and brick well walls. Deeper down I'm descending. 

Pitifully I whimper. Please help me...

Reviews

[KAREN]

Crafted with real emotions that the reader can feel. Tiny treetops are little glass spindles into my spine, leaving cracks in my resolve.
Surrounded by puppets and brick well walls. Deeper down I'm descending.
Pitifully I whimper. Please help me...
The ending ties it together!

[Chris Shaw]

When you've reached the bottom of the well, the only place to go is up. I felt desperation and helplessness here. Some great poetic expression which conveys deepbemition to your readers. Keep writing. Well done.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Karli. This is poetry. You allowed the reader to feel your emotions and you took them to places of decisions, of heavy thoughts. Thank you for sharing the powerful and worthwhile poetry.
Coyote

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Now, this deserves a review, and I am honored to be the first person to do that! It is written very well! I felt the sadness through your lines and the longing for help!

Tears turn to snow turn to leaves.
Loved that line!

[Karli]

You are incredibly sweet. Thank you

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!