Running From Myself
my heart is bursting
off my sleeves
I’m broken
the pieces feel
like they’ll never
come back together.
I tried to pick them up
but kicked them
across the floor
under the refrigerator
I could cry all day
weeping through the night
the fog hangs over me
I tried to climb
out of the depressed clouds
but I keep slipping
keep falling
back to the mess of me
can’t quite catch my breath
I’m drowning in pain.
composure’s hard to keep
aching heart bleeds
trying to fake it
barely can contain it
scared to face me
I keep hiding
keep running
but myself
catches up to me
and must run again,
must flee on the treadmill
April 14, 2010
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the hardest to run from, the hardest to lie to, and the hardest to please -- ourselves... I liked the piece...
...rob
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I loved this:
I tried to pick them up
but kicked them
across the floor
under the refrigerator
http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com
I, too, walking every day nowhere, hear you. Clearly.
love how you play off the "heart on my sleeve" cliche at the very beginning. and your image of kicking across the floor under the refrigerator, helping ground this. we all go through these feelings - some of us just about hourly - thank you
I love the running on the spot idea, knowing that alone we cannot truly get anywhere.
Like thelaughinghousewife I like the lines that are so concrete and real they're almost visceral: "I tried to pick them up but kicked them across the floor under the refrigerator."
Fantastic
Reading it is quite intense, like if I could feel this pain. Very hard but real. I like it.
Thanks for the comments on the poem. Sometimes the personal poems can make a poem so much more vidid
Someone once said that a problem shared is a problem solved. Clever stuff!
I like the bit about kicking the bits under the refrigerator. Phew!
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