don’t misinterpret my willingness for subservience
and make no mistake
you’re not my savior,
nor am I yours.
I am a woman, and
With fierce independence
[I shout]
your voice is not needed to
amplify or give weight to mine.
echoing infinitely, it will be heard
even after i have ceased to speak.
and just because i bleed,
i do not bleed for you.
[my gift][my curse]
but mine, and not
yours.
and i am mine
my breath leaves my chest -
it doesn't seek you out.
it's my contribution to the world;
recycled life
a part of me to be inhaled by those nearest to me.
in turn, i consume their essences and
take them within me.
but i am still my own
alone
my own.













Comments
There's also a sense of lonliness in here too. There's a feeling of abandonment in here.
The lines "[my gift][my curse] but mine, and not yours." clearly point out that the speaker has a sense of duty for herself. I feel very sad for her, because she seems sad for herself.
I really liked this poem, I especially liked the uses of []s.
Keep up the good work my love.
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"Smile and drop the cliche till you think I'm listening..." ~ A Perfect Circle
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And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode,
Where hope and he part company-
For he is grasped of God.
Quoted from Drowning is not so Pitiful, Emily Dickinson
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'and every word i ever wrote was to try and make you understand...'
A really powerful poem.
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Discover the boundaries of your imagination... then go beyond
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'and every word i ever wrote was to try and make you understand...'
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'and every word i ever wrote was to try and make you understand...'
Keep up the great work you do
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'and every word i ever wrote was to try and make you understand...'
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