Reclaim.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 19, 2020


Eventually, I will
depart from this land
that raised me, leaving
behind a dislocated
family and a house on
its last prayer.

This town has dulled
my bones; I've been
waiting, but the longer
I stall, the harder it
is to gather enough
courage to last a decade.

Trauma is not a path
I can block forever.
It takes the form of
overgrown weeds
and poison ivy and
dead trees that I will
need to clear again.
Someday.

And when that someday
comes, I hope to have
more tools than just
my mind.

I hope to have my heart
and arms and will and
strength and desire to
do so much more than
walk in another direction.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    An inspirational write with many vivid lines! I liked the description and the flow of the poem from start to finish. Nicely penned..Congrats on the Win!!

  • 2 months ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Congratulations! A well-deserved win.
    x

  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    love this Mary Anne! You will have the strength to push forward and carve out your own peace so your soul can rest.

    • 3 months ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank you, dear Brenda! You are an amazing supporter <3

  • 3 months ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Such a brilliant write! I love the depth in this poem and the way it flows. Profound. The below verse is my favourite.

    Trauma is not a path
    I can block forever.
    It takes the form of
    overgrown weeds
    and poison ivy and
    dead trees that I will
    need to clear again.
    Someday.

    Beautifully penned!

  • 3 months ago

    by BOB GALLO

    This is exactly how poetry should be in my opinion.The feeling is poetical; the style has little baring on what a poetical heart is pouring out. In better words, the form is internal not accessory.

    Thanks for sharing ( sorry for the cliche)

    • 3 months ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank YOU for reading and leaving your thoughts, that means a lot and I love your perspective and wisdom in regards to poetry.

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