flinching at echoes

flinching at echoes

 

 

 

 

even after years of healing,

still reeling

 

never understood the infection

that was a bleeding affection

 

and the band aid i chose

to keep the wound sterile

cut off the breath of us

 

now,

just the sound of your name's

a scar

that won’t stop hurting

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/4/16

Reviews

[_mal]

This poem twists it's way through so many emotions and thoughts it's almost hard to contain within the words you've chosen. Really well do

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, _mal....

j.

[WittyWonka]

This is so vivid, I flinched several times while reading this, imagining the echoes of my own scars.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Witty...sorry it hit so close to home and made you flinch.

j.

[WittyWonka]

You are welcome, Jacob. No need to apologize; I am sure many of us out here can relate.

[Lydia Shutter]

The emotional pain in this one is so real. Most of us have that one name that cuts deeper than a knife....the memory that refuses to die. Good one, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi..

j.

[Aura Devour]

I love your style here. It's simple yet has an impact.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Aura.

j.

[...]

I wrote similar to this. Staying busy helps. Oh, and laughing is the best medicine :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

laughing always helps...yes,....

thank you, lynn.

j.

[Nisreen]

I guess we can get wounded by our own emotions
and no one knows of our pain
but our band aid

sitting it out until it goes away to never return

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your understanding response...and wow, when we pull those band aids off...damn it hurts worse than the cut.

[V]

Again a rather sad one that creates deep emotions. Your last lines are always outstanding. Imaginative, profound and sensitive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa.

j.

[h d e rushin]

In this world of proportionality all the band-aids made since 1974 are for little children with
scuffed knees. For grown folks it's called, psychotherapy, Jack Daniels, Percocet, Advil PM,
Tylenol extra strength, Net-Flix reruns till 5 am, or loud obnoxious laughter. In other words,
all the years a person spends healing is no antigen for any wound that refuses to scar...

great analogy...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those reruns...the diversions...love your insight...thank you, dana.

j.

[paddy d daly]

Deep and infectious, saying a lot
with so few words...p

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, paddy.

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Very apt and expressive title.
"...bleeding affection" conveys a lot.
Scars that hurt are unhealed wounds--as you, apparently, too well know.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, pretty well, i'm afraid...thank you for your words, Jimmy.

j.