At Your Stoop

Pull me from the dark and save me.

It's too late now.  I fell again.
My skinned knees at your stoop again.
Oh, need I knock?  Just let me in.

You'll pick me from my evil ways
And cradle me as if to say,
"It's only skin. You'll be okay."

Author's Note

This is a poem I wrote over a year ago, but just rewrote it today.

Reviews

[Whispering Aspen]

Short and sweet, brief but strong. I like this very much. Everyone will be able to bring their own life experience into this and the meaning will ever mold and grow with each reader. No matter how many times we fall, those we trust will always pick us up, dust us off and get us back on our way. Thank you for sharing this!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Wonderfully penned. The plea is hearfelt and longing. We have all felt this way at some point. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[bluessadmood]

this really nice,she is imploring for something he can give ,i think its love its deep and very nice ,i thought a lot whats behind the words

[Emily B]

This is beautiful. Absolutely the best thing I've read in a while. The simple grace of the plea for help. The acknowledgement that you know what you need. As I write I think of all the writers on the site who need to read these words. They may not know it yet. This is definitely a piece for my favorites.

[Nay]

I absolutely love the structure and simplicity (touche!). It clicks along quickly, witty; you're not really specifying circumstances, but the self-awareness lends the reader a sense of clarity.

I read the roles as a man speaking to a woman, part-time lovers but he wants more. Even though she laughs it off, he'll keep settling for what it is--it's better than not at all.

(And if I'm way off, I'm learning to be comfortable with that. It's what we've talking about, y'know--taking a piece and having a vision, even if it's not the one the author intended. Then, it's not only active, but alive.)

[Lau Thiam Kok]

I dont know what it is about and I enjoy reading this writng but is the power of poetic writing which the readers have thier own interpretation on what they read.

This piece of writing is short and it prompts me to say that the imagery in my head is it is writing about cats.

I liked it! Thank you.