by Poet on the Piano   Dec 20, 2018

The night unbraids
my bones;
three years ago
I was released
from white walls,
ordered to build
a new safety net -
a baby bird
told it will fly
only if it refuses
to carry the weight
of the universe
on sunken shoulders.

If I had died,
if the pills were too much,
if my lungs had collapsed,
if the earth and wind hadn't
been my savior
coaxing me back home,
what kind of ghost
would I be?

Who will piece
me back together
when I leave memories
in the wake
of my destruction,
when dawn tries
to heal rusty sockets,
parts of me
that have touched
nothing but


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  • 1 year ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Judge's Comment:

    The world is a dark place, and Poet on the Piano shares a piece of their own darkness in this write about finding the light after a suicide attempt that led to their containment and subsequent release from an institution. Perfect segues between realism and metaphor create a beautifully sculpted poem about looking for a way to fix a person who has been broken for a lifetime. After multiple reads, this truly touched me, and as dark as it got there is still a glimmer of hope shining in through the darkness.


  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on your win

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I'm so glad to see this on the front page, MA.

    A very happy Christmas to you.


  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Glad to see it was nominated. Hugs

    • 1 year ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank you, everyone. And yes, writing without a doubt helps. Sometimes, like when I wrote this, I have those moments where I think back and it seems like a different life. I've grown from a lot but at times it's hard looking back and realizing how bad things got. That is all the process of healing and being able to cope and move forward.

  • 1 year ago

    by Ya----Na

    Just three words
    Front page write!

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