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Wild bones
I could have
gone too far
in ways mouths
cannot swallow
easily on the
way down,
immerse pain
into my speech
as wounds cry
from pale skin
knowing you
must come
into your
own way
not living
in a black
space of
existence,
sometimes
it isn't enough
hearing it from
bones living
too close
so I will say
it aloud my
darling one,
there is a
light calling
out for you
exhale this
black space
tangled up
in lungs
those wild
bones are
enough.
Published 3rd Jul 2023
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3rd Jul 2023 9:53pm
Neves.
There was something deeply intimate about this poem that struck me as soon as I began reading this poem. More so how it feels as if the roots of two people here are deeply tangled, and being a witness to that in words is a privileged experience.
That 4th stanza description of "knowing you must come into your way" is so full of wisdom. It's beautiful that you know that a person must live their own experience in order to learn from it. We can never be responsible for pushing our thoughts or our ideologies onto another person, so thank you for being pure in that department.
The exhalation of the black lungs and that gorgeous description of tangles goes back to what I was saying earlier about roots. Similarly, when you say that the bones are enough even within the tangles, I found myself smiling inwardly at this sentiment. Sometimes as human beings we are so caught up in being a perfect version of ourselves. We forget that we are as equally valid in our flaws and our brokenness. And that's one of the most powerful messages I got from this piece.
You write from experience and from your own knowledge. I can tell. And I'm thrilled that you allow yourself that gift of expression, in a world that's frightened to death of it all. Thank you for sharing, it honestly will stay with me. Quite frankly I'd have nominated it for POTM had you not already won last month.
-M
There was something deeply intimate about this poem that struck me as soon as I began reading this poem. More so how it feels as if the roots of two people here are deeply tangled, and being a witness to that in words is a privileged experience.
That 4th stanza description of "knowing you must come into your way" is so full of wisdom. It's beautiful that you know that a person must live their own experience in order to learn from it. We can never be responsible for pushing our thoughts or our ideologies onto another person, so thank you for being pure in that department.
The exhalation of the black lungs and that gorgeous description of tangles goes back to what I was saying earlier about roots. Similarly, when you say that the bones are enough even within the tangles, I found myself smiling inwardly at this sentiment. Sometimes as human beings we are so caught up in being a perfect version of ourselves. We forget that we are as equally valid in our flaws and our brokenness. And that's one of the most powerful messages I got from this piece.
You write from experience and from your own knowledge. I can tell. And I'm thrilled that you allow yourself that gift of expression, in a world that's frightened to death of it all. Thank you for sharing, it honestly will stay with me. Quite frankly I'd have nominated it for POTM had you not already won last month.
-M
4th Jul 2023 11:14pm
i feel the power and what seems like a personal connection to these emotions.
5th Jul 2023 9:12am
A powerful and poetic expression that explores the depths of personal struggle, the weight of pain, and the transformative potential of finding inner strength and resilience, reassuring the recipient that their unique spirit and tenacity will guide them towards the light and help them release the darkness within.
