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Broken Branches
by Steven Craig
Your forest is now but a single tree. I see a tear in the corner of one eye. The end of a relationship where one loved with a deep feeling that is sensitive and true is both a blessing and a curse. It is an animal that roars with life, a child that whimpers with needs, a time of great tides of feelings which attempt to fill completely a void that is constantly changing.
Love is a flame, and that which is consumed, it burns all so brightly and intensely just before it fails, and the landing is never soft, for its fields are filled with boulders
even the simple touch, when gone, is devastating.
Some say that you only truly grow when you are alone. But when it is you that is alone, words just can not touch the depth of loneliness as much as the memories. Memories are now deep and profound, anger and rage are in the tempest of each breath at the thought, that you are handed all of this as your final reward.
And here you are, poised at the edge of the greatest emotional danger you have yet encountered in your life. Even should you live for a century, the heart and soul of your life is in danger of being over taken by the anger, by the rage of rejection, the burden of rejection, the fear of a life
alone...
Do not surrender to it.
Fight. Take your life back from the brink, keep the love and the warmth of what you are preserved.
Fight. Take back that piece of your heart that is trodden upon, take back all of your heart, for you can never really lose it. That wonderful heart and soul that knows love so intensely and deeply must live. No one person should ever be entitled to destroy it.
Fight. You have a mission in this world that is not yet completed. The pain of a love lost is often the pain of a life born.
From here, it is the coldest of rainy days. From here, it is the moment supreme in the story of your emotions. Today
tomorrow
soon, you will make the decision that you are worth the effort it takes to move a step away from the brink. Each step away will lighten your load, the effort will become easier, the time will pass, and you will encounter what you are looking for.
But if you stay on the edge, time is against you. It will become all too easy, all too rational, all too sensible to give in to the pain.
And thus insure that the tree will never leaf out again.
06/24/2006 Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/08/07 at 03:42 AM
"great tides of feelings which attempt to fill completely a void that is constantly changing." This resonates so deeply within me. But like the tides, the boundaries of the void are as marked as a covenant of a rainbow. This is spectacular. I can't believe no one else has commented it. I'm almost sorry to graffiti it with my thoughts.
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