…for those struggling with the demons they hold close.
wounds
forgive her if
you feel excluded
her hands cradling
something awful, unnamed
she is terrified
of the innocence
that chose her
imagining the hurt
that would ravage
your beautiful life
if she relaxed
even one finger
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About Andrew Kreider
I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.
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Yep, that feeling that one second of relaxation and the whole lot’s going to come tumbling down… Nicely put.
Very nicely crafted Andrew. And a very compassionate view for those who shut us out. Well done!
This shows beautifully crafted compression and resounds with tension and ambiguity– wonderful. xxxj
felt man…def real…her hands cradling something awful and unnamed…and yeah def unwilling to open because wht will people think and surely the world will come unglued…sadness in this for me…
oh heck…awesome snapshot of someone who def. needs help to treat those wounds of the soul..i feel sad for her..
Strong piece. The sad part is that people would be willing to help if she let go, but she feels bad for others if she did
strong indeed, clinging tightly, fearing to lose control
Fine fine poem–not a wasted word, no frills, just poetry.
So sad and saying so much so deeply in such a small space, my fav kind of poems
I am a musician too… by night anyway:-). I am glad I came across your blog!
Very good. I’m rigid!
Strong stuff – very good.
Anna ;o]