After the storm.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 31, 2019

It's not my burden
it's not my responsibility

I am still healing
from the weight of
I can't always be
your anchor
your first responder.
Walking away is
an admirable choice
yet you will stay
because others have
it worse
because this is your
because remaining
stagnant is less
than uprooting
your whole life

and you will keep
enduring the pain
of a marriage
that will never be

and it may kill you
or at least kill your

and I may not have
any empathy left

and we both may become
though we obviously
deserve more than
bones and hollowed out

I've realized there is only
after the storm.

I don't have the hope
you desperately need.
I'm barely able to find
refuge myself
so please
stop asking me
to listen
without expecting
my anger to expand.

I can't safeguard
your voice anymore.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    "I am still healing
    from the weight of

    Good gravy these lines!! Talk about a double dose of reality. That constant empathy wears thin, when one has no desire to change the conditions of their sorrow. Especially, when it can be changed. This was just wow, I wish there was a word better than brilliant!!

  • 5 months ago

    by Koan

    Im surprised that no one commented yet...
    Your voice resonate all too familiar to me... Been there...
    This poem needs a multiple read to fully grasp the meaning...
    Great write!

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