No name yet..

I wrote this about my parents divorce and how they would always put me in the middle, but I cant decide on a title

Torn between two 

Stuck in the middle

But no where to go

when things get to brittle

Broken and sad 

Shed stitch herself up

Just like someone would if they got cut

She runs away in the books that she reads

She lives thousands of lives that no one can see 

She dreams of far away places

Where no one sheds a tear 

Because in her dreams

 there would be no fear

No fear of  love or hate

No fear of being judged 

No fear of falling down 

And no fear of getting up

She was torn between two 

and stuck in the middle 

But found somewhere to go 

When things got to brittle.

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[TLK]

I have read this a few times in order to try and recommend a title for you.

As a personal experience, it strikes me very hard. For example, your repetition of the first lines at the end brings new impact to them.

I am wondering if you can see a single image which sums up this poem. Is it about dreaming of the impossible, perhaps? Maybe there is a clinging on to of childhood innocence. That might help you think of a title.


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[oliviafav]

Thank you for your suggestions I actually never realized that the poem is about childhood innocence but I really like that maybe I will contain that as a part of the title.