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Posted by Rula Shin on 05/30/06 at 03:39 AM Yes, hope is no comfort, and sometimes it feels better to bleed, indulge in the pain. So long as we keep in the back of our mind that "birds sing outside the window" and that we too must eventually come out into the light, intentionally. Well written expression of the power of pain and darkness of unrequited love, and the reaction of the mind somehow drawn to remain there. Nicely done!! :-)
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Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/30/06 at 04:19 AM 'Let me wallow in the pain
of rejection
I will die to this desire
Tomorrow
I will refortify this broken heart
and let the feelings turn numb'.. I see your intellectual center actively at work doing its job in thinking logically as the emotional center struggles and is inflicted with pain. Yes, BECOME PAIN and you will be soon out of it though the association shall remain but like a bad dream, acknowledged as dream.
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/30/06 at 01:52 PM I love the phrasing of this poem and the pain of this moment is very intense. I hope you can let the pain bleed away and find a peaceful resting place. |
Posted by Sarah Graves on 06/01/06 at 07:55 PM An intense piece that irks us all.. full of vulnerability and powerlessness, in isolation to this pain. Sometimes we just have to feel the pain to start the cycle upwards. Great write. :) |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 06/02/06 at 04:09 AM the old saying, "time heals all wounds" applies so wonderfully here, although i truly believe time and the desire to get better heal all wounds. a pretty piece in its darkness though...i liked it in that. sometimes you have to absorb the pain to truly benefit from it and constantly remind you of what got you there in the first place. nice write christel! |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/05/06 at 12:54 AM Christel, this is so beautiful - dang, I've been there - it's like - "just let me die, because nothing makes sense right now." But somehow the pain ends and we return to life ouside our hearts, where we keep ourselves trapped, until realizing what happened can't keep us there, only ourselves. I remember after certain things happened how afraid I was to love again - afraid for the people I loved. You've touched my heart here.
~Chelle~ |