No longer whispering but shouting
What does my heart say to you?
Ripples course! Muscles tear. PAIN
Body yielding (still us!)
One push more.... there! You.
Now no longer
We. I look
and find
Me.
~~~~~
Written for the Vocal Breakup Challenge.
Comments welcome.
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (11)
Just beautiful.
Oh I adore that ending especially. So impactful
Woohoo a unique and optimistic one Judey. Brilliant interpretation- and those last lines about when you look you now find ME! Charming and poignant. So glad you shared it with me! ๐๐๐๐
beautifully craftedุ like the use of alliteration
Beautiful. Learning to trust the heart to find yourself can be both scary and hard. I felt this poem so hard
Never seen this term before, but I want to try it now. Lovely piece.
Amazing! Love your use of formatting and the alliteration and rhyme in the last four lines!
The pain of parting ways.
mmm love when people are able to find the "me" after a "we." โค๏ธ
Oh, this is wonderful. Well done.
Ooooh. Every single poem I've read for this challenge has been absolutely brilliant, thus far. I am now feeling the heat against my own first entry lol. This is just another one to add to the hard-to-choose-from pile. I love how you used the formatting to give it extra life, despite the constraints of the word count. Well done, Judey!