A Confinement Become of Wounds

Until one day it doesn't, Luna.

This is a very tight little poem whose emotion is palpable.

There is a sense of wearying paradoxes in key stanzas here that anyone with bipolar would understand. Death to attraction, disinterestedly rapt (I love this). I would have called this piece A Crown of Countless Sighs maybe. Has a nice alliterative ring to it. Haha. That's a unique metaphor, carves new neural canals in my brain to ponder. I would make the last 7 lines the first stanza. Opening with a question is good technique, gets neurons firing. Direct address establishes rapport, building toward a kind of intimacy with the reader.

I feel the sensitivity of the message, the depth of the emotion moving in the substrate. 💖

Dear L,

“defeat sits pretty;
her tarnished crown
woven deftly,
encrusted with the raw jewels
made of countless sighs;
it’s always this
instead of that;
there instead of here -
and isn’t that how the story
is expected to end
by now? ”
How meaningful this stanza is to me. Trying to find a sense of self betwixt and between all the stuff one tries to balance and after all that the end seems to obvious to everyone but the heroine.
I love how you’ve used the italics for me, it created a sense of softness. Another bullseye write! Awesome.
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A lot of emotion felt in this piece. I enjoyed it a lot. Time heals wounds but it's hard to wait for things to change.