Oh dear dear dear, I can only say oh dear.. I know what that is all about having suffered your road for 11 years, and I suffered to the point I really thought death would be a better option to life. Just remember one thing, when you think after many years all you want to do is die, you'll most likely finally make the changes you need to make to be well again.. And I hate to be a kill joy but state of mind is a good deal of it. Much love Emily.
I'm liking this. As I read it, I kept conjuring my own rhyme sequences and flow patterns. For me this work represents an opportunity and spark to perhaps get inspired.
Sounds as though I am being inspired yet Ema is tired...hehe, it happens ma. Nice.
Whoa! :-o I'm quite used to your seamless whispers and gentle diction but today you caught me off guard! And it is a stunning and pleasant surprise! But you wouldn't leave us mangled would you? :-) That final phrase told me you were there still. Behind the drop dead gorgeous disgust expressed.... You ensured it would still be called sweet poetry. I love this. It's different. Loud. Sticks its chest and face out against the cold!
Wow, that is gorgeous , poetry as a compulsion with, what I read as, undertones of catharsis, the analogy is superlative. And I love the ending, stunning
You so movingly speak of life in all its complexity and pain, what we must sometimes do to move on.. try and get better.. yet missing out on just being. Beautifully and profoundly voiced.
This is very nearly a brilliant poem. I need say no more because I hope you trust I never say that unless I mean it. The part I thought interrupted and weakened the poem was:
that only bring me
a little closer
to better day.
Once you look at it, I think you'll see possible alterations and then, my dear, I believe you have a poem which will last a very long time indeed. Wonderful work.
If there is any piece of writing that epitomizes Excellence then this is it. I love the way you knit the words within the context of medicine. while i kept reading the poem over and over again...truth is i not only love a particular part of it, all the lines seem to connect perfectly...great piece and i wll have to add this to my favs
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..