Not a poem, just an echo.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 27, 2019


I wasn't always this exhausted, coming home with labored, anxious breaths after barely working. My bones were never this fragile. I never used to trip on my words and second guess every answer bubbling on my tongue. Life used to flow with a rhyme I could follow, predictable and calming. There were preludes of adventure yet nothing I couldn't wrap my mind around. Now, there's just single notes repeated, and I can't stray from the one note or everything will crash down.

Everything - magnified - the way I take up extra room at the table, the burden I place on others even though I ask nothing of those I love. I will never completely shake off the soil that once tried to bury me alive. I'm not always worth it to me.

The irony? How you often called me pious, a woman of God though I never wanted the pressure. Of needing to plead for mercy, for forgiveness, for acceptance of who I am when acceptance should have been defined by no one

other than me.

Somehow I miss the reassurance. Because at least then, I could visualize the shore, a firm foundation. I could hear blaring horns as hands lifted me from my sinking ship, warming me in love and the promise that my feet would sink into earth once more.

Faith wasn't always easy but it was constant, a safety net when I balanced too many demons.

Surviving meant one step forward. Face up. Heart strong. Lately, I've been walking in circles and the weight never fully vanishes. It leaves momentarily then sneaks back into my lungs and the air is dusky, never quite settling my nerves. Bricks are lodged in my intestines and I don't [can't] progress. The lightweight feeling, the effervescence, of hope is gone. No one told me the absence of physical pain does not equal levity; there are different stages of pain and right now, I'm tasting the bitter leaves. The nostalgia of a finale.

This is not a poem, because poems have purpose. And right now, I'm spilled ink, collecting memories from open wounds.

I was supposed to be whole, after all of that.

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  • 4 weeks ago

    by BOB GALLO

    You are such a great writer. Not only the structure but also the "space" in your writing is very airy and fine.

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank you, though I have so much I can work on! I've been writing a few prose pieces and kind of sitting on them. I realize I use a lot of prepositions and having been kind of balancing that out, seeing what works and where I can improve by "tightening" the verses so to speak. I think the main thing is releasing that emotion and not restricting the words, then going back and evaluating, does this really repeat itself? Is this part unnecessary?

      Thanks for reading!

  • 4 weeks ago

    by hiraeth

    I'm so glad this is nominated. I don't want to dig deep into this since it's feels super personal, but I will say this is extremely well-written. I hope writing this brought you some solace :)

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      It did bring me some solace, thank you so much, Mark. Especially being able to put it into words, I don't know what I would do if I couldn't have gotten that out. <3

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