Wish

Some nights, at three am, I read through the poems I wrote about you,  

And I know they can’t make you better but that doesn’t mean I can put the pen down.  

Because as long as I can write about you now it means you’re still here and I can still pretend  

You’re okay  

 

Even though I am aware that you’re not. 

But I see you doing the same things I did and do and wish I didn’t, and then I wish 

I could lock you away from all the darkness around you but I know that won’t stop it. 

I know.  

 

Nothing I do will change anything so I’ll keep writing and won’t put 

The pen down until it all stops, and you can breathe and your hands don’t shake  

Whenever you walk into a room and you don’t have to pretend 

Anymore.

Reviews

[D Connolly]

This is a lovely tribute to another person in pain, and expresses your own pain in a clear way. What I got from it (with my own experience thrown in of course) is that its hard to watch someone make poor decisions, and being available for them is difficult when they continue to do so. Perhaps they aren't in your life, perhaps they are, but to want to protect someone we love is universal I think.

[Molly K]

Thank you so much! It's so lovely to hear other peoples interpretations of my work. :)