I devour your words, your disappointment
and all that I desire
is to scoop you up
fitting the crook of my arm
beneath the bends in your knees
and wrapping the remaining arm
around the broad of your back
To hold you in
shield you from the world
the physical pressure relieves and heals
this way you cannot find harm.
I know what you need.
He and I sit in my bed
(I think I need him there)
I unravel and fray
words of loss
about
the man who stumbled at fathering
but was created to be a grandpa.
The pain rolls down my face
as he pulls me in
the force
tugging me downward
He lays atop me
every part weighed down
I suffocate beneath his chest
gasps mistaken for cries
the weight increases upon my face and body.
This physical comfort constricts,
it does not heal the wounds,
his or mine
Although the pain seems gone,
he simply removed my sound
from traveling to his ears.
It remains,
and the pain becomes physical
as he tries to fix my hurt
and I learn that applying pressure
will not protect you
3 comments:
the whole thing carries such a strong emotion, i had to read it several times to really take it in. i love love the very beginning when you describe the crook of your arm beneath the bends in the knees...soo good. maybe wait like a couple of days and then read it again, see what you would change. i like it though.
"unravel and fray
words of loss
about
the man who stumbled at fathering
but was created to be a grandpa."
I love this part.
thank you both, i appreciate it
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