Rise

I used to think
that time would heal
these wounds
but you won’t let it
do the trick.
You rise up
into my life
every time I get myself
under control again.
Spattered.
Scattered.
My emotions roll away
from me
in your presence,
as you knew
they would.
You planned it
that way.

This post is for the Indie Ink writing challenge. This week I was challenged by Travis from Voluntary Tourette’s with “Write a story in your least favorite style and/or genre; no satire of it or commentary of why you hate it”. I chose to write a poem, which I very rarely do.

My challengee was K. Syrah. My challenge was to begin a story with “Once I had a golden opportunity, and I let it slip through my fingers”.

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I'm Heather, a married mama of two teen girls, a stillborn baby girl (7/1/12), and a sweet and wild preschool girl (4/2/14). I've been blogging at The Destiny Manifest since 2001. I like to write about appreciating all of the beautiful little things that surround us, particularly in the face of grief, infant loss and mental health issues. Every day is an adventure!

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  • Very very good. I really like this.

  • You can call me, ‘Sir’

    You did a great job with a really difficult challenge.

  • Thank you! It’s definitely a challenge to do the thing that you dislike the most, or feel that you are not good at doing… in my case, poetry. 🙂

  • Thank you Diane!

  • Beautiful! Great job

  • Thank you Debra!

  • Karla V

    Poetry is sooo hard and you did a wonderful job! I think what make this piece particularly unique was the last line and the suggestion that someone else has commandeered one’s heart. Now, that, is agony.

  • Yes, that is a terrible agony. Thank you so much for your comment Karla. It means a lot to me, as poetry is generally something I stay away from.