How many times will I lose us?
Each fracturing splinters the whole
each pick up yields fewer pieces.
Fitting the jagged edges together through
clouded eyes
takes longer and longer and the
result lacks the sharp clarity
with which we first began.
Pieces
growing slippery with the
what? -tears? blood? bile?
maybe all at once,
(perhaps just regret
that no longer remains
swallowed
along with the self-loathing
I'd hoped had passed through me)
makes each rebuild less sure than the
one before it.
Perhaps I'd better put it down.
Maybe I should place us on a shelf
along with those precious things that
I
Can't
Let
Go
and just walk away
lest the next break is the
last.
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Judey Kalchik
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I don't get it, I don't get me and I don't get you. There is no me and there is no you, but I can reach out my hand and touch me, I can reach out my hand and touch you. I can reach out my mind and innerstand me, I can reach out my mind and overstand you. I can reach out my heart and love me, I can reach out my heart and love you
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Comments (16)
Wow! I thought those were crabs in that main pic. I need glasses, pronto.
So raw and so real. I felt this deeply. Keep writing.
I feel this, every time hope lifts it gets dashed down in the next minute by some new betrayal. True writing.
Very heart breaking. I can feel it from the screen. ❤️
Well-wrought!
Speechless, Wonderful.
So sad, yet beautifully written.
Such an ache and desperate grip on a shred of hope! Great poem!!
Sometimes you just have to move on and let go. Sad one but great work.
Ouch! But also... so beautiful!! Great work Judey!!
Well done poetry. So sad!😢💙
Life can be like a puzzle of bits and pieces. Loved you free verse poem!!!❤️❤️💕
The first line grabbed me and the rest of the poem broke me. A beautiful piece of introspection!
Well done!!!!
Goodness so much of this resonated, and this line was visceral, 'each pick up yields fewer pieces.'
Very stirring words, Ms Kalchik! Hope you are doing well and good! :) Glad to be first (If I am first...)