Growth

Growth

A Poem by Lola

You underestimated my ability
To feel emotions amplified
Right now my heart is beating out my throat
And you are miles away


My hair was long and blonde
Curling between my shoulder blades
With time it started to dread
So my mother chopped it all off


If you look beyond the walls
You’ll see it nestled between water pipes
And electrical circuits
Going unnoticed just like the way I bat my eyelashes


The marble I cracked my head open on isn’t nearly as hard as this is. 

I just wanted to know why the flowers bloomed between the cracks in the side walk and you told me why they grew at all
The burn I felt singed the pride from the souls of my patent leather shoes


The holes in my shirt resemble the cigarette burns that litter the inside of my body

Miserable to look at

And empty.

© 2013 Lola


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My interpretation is that this feels centered on one moment, and it's a simple moment the other party missed altogether. That's absolutely tragic to me, that level of loneliness, being so hurt by a person who doesn't even know it happened. That is feeling worthless. This gutted me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Nice piece. Keep on the good work

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

My interpretation is that this feels centered on one moment, and it's a simple moment the other party missed altogether. That's absolutely tragic to me, that level of loneliness, being so hurt by a person who doesn't even know it happened. That is feeling worthless. This gutted me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: free verse, narrative, sadness, growth

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