Her feelings and attachments
always felt messy.
Wild and uncharted too.
Attending to them was work for us both.
Broken sometimes works out,
but I had to walk away this time.
Not because I didn't care,
but I just couldn't breathe underneath
the weight of all her damage.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Misfire of the Heart
Hello, Michael,
I feel the heaviness in this, and then the relief. It reminds me of Rumi: "Life is a balance of holding on and letting go." I like the brevity of the three line stanzas. There is a sharp sense of realization.
L