Cracked Ribs

'' When I inhale
It’s so painful
When I exhale
It’s still stressful ''

Whew!!...

You started off with so much intensity
then kept building on it with each following stanza....

Looking at your author's note
I see this one has been brimming for a while

What a lovely release, Adelphina
Thx for sharing

It felt amazing.
Almost didn't post. Was going
to keep it for myself - but I figured what the hell.
Why not - It's life:)

thanks for stopping by!!

Advice commonly given to those anxious or hurting is "Just breathe". But sometimes even breathing hurts. I love how you captured that.

Hi Pink

I've been through a lot in this life. I've also seen a lot with friends and
family. Sometimes breathing isn't easy. It's painful. Words matter.
They just do.  Especially as a writer. Pulling from experience helps
with jotting it down - for me - can be empowering.
It's a different form of breathing.

Thanks for getting it!

There's an undercurrent of unspoken but implied violence in this piece that kinda slips in & out of the shadows. I can relate to the tone & darkness of this one. Well done on stepping into shadowy places for this poem!

Yes, there is. Words can be violent when spoken from true anger.
I've experienced a lot this past year. In some way - I guess I was expelling
it. In a weird way - it's ink courage.
I don't want to bring it into the next year.
So here it will sit, in DUP, with all of my past selves:)
I'll revisit her occasionally and remember I'm not there anymore.

Thanks for the read and stopping by:)

(I don't wanna be a sweetie pie!   Maybe key lime?  Just a bit of tartness?!)
 
As creative writers, we should always keep our avenues of ideas open.  Whether it's completely made up or are pieces of our pasts to draw from, we use it all as tools for our writing trades.
 It's good to see this from you. It's healthy to release it. Besides, you need the room inside for more better stuff!  And such!  Don't shy away from showing your plethoras.  I accept it all.  
 
You are an amazing, incredible woman. And I'm not ignorant. I know gold when I touch it.
Your value only goes higher, every day.

Okay - Key Lime it is baby!!

You make me feel so treasured:) All the time.

This write was surprisingly written in like 10 minutes. I knew exactly what I wanted to say and how to say it or sing it. It felt so empowering babe.
It really did. I was the one driving and ran it's ass over! haha
You know where I live and where I come from. My neighborhood is
not a safe place as well as the past issues I've gone through.

And I'm still here - with you!
Completely open:)

Love you baby!

Versions of reality creates the darkest writings, and you have definitely painted someone's reality. Tight

Reality can be a bitch!! LOL
But we eventually outgrow toxicity if we're lucky.
All the cracked ribs get old!
Eventually you give it the bird while you go get your hair done!
Cause Della ain't going to look ugly on her way out:) hehehe

Thanks for stopping by amigo!

I love the resilience.

LJ

Resilience is a must.
Life throws too many things at you.

Thanks for stopping by LJ:)

I wholeheartedly agree with Pinkdreams comment. You captured the hurt that even the air can bring.

Hi Her  
 
It's so nice to see you back on:)  
 
This write comes from personal experience but I so pulled from other  
people in my life. Verbal abuse can be tricky. You think it's not such a big deal but it slowly eats at you until it feels like you can't breathe.  
Feeling suffocated in a way.    
But writing this - I breathed quite perfectly:)

Thanks for the RL:)

Verbal and emotional abuse don't show up on an xray, but the hurt is just as real... love how you've captured this. I know how hard it can be to just breathe...
❤️k

Hi BK:)

It is just as real. Not something easy to forget - I'll always remember that
feeling - I want to.  I think we are stronger that way. Recognizing it when we hear it. The tone it's delivered in. All the details.
I don't wish that on anyone:)
Breathing should always feel great!!

Thanks for the read!

My thoughts and prayers are with you.  You will feel better.  Kerp the faith.  Keep on writing.

Hi Cisco:)

Already do!
This was some old baggage I wanted to expel before the New Year.
It's been a rollercoaster year.
I'm on a much healthier path.

My stomach almost fell out of my butt when I read the title and the tags! Holy shit woman, you scared the hell out of me!

Great expression of the emotions of a breakup. You really nailed the psychophysical associations with the actions.  

Hey Betty:)

It's one of those writes that crashed into me. I kept hearing the phrase
"his words, they crack my ribs" in my head all day. I needed to expel it!!
Built the rest around that phrase. It's past stuff mixed with stuff
that I've seen and heard too.
I almost didn't post. But in all honesty reading some of your writes gave me a bit of courage with posting it. So thank you for that:)

Sometimes my stomach feels the same way when I read your
pieces. All works of art btw:)  

thanks for stopping by for a read!

amazing poem :)

Hi Thomas,

Thank you:)

Vivid & cool...

Last year, around this time...

I crashed on my snow mountain bike...

I was hard charging this off rode that went by a creek...

The tire got caught on this thing...

It was either lift up out of it or go down in the creek...

Had to think fast...

Went crashing down...

But what is strange...

I have only had one other rib injury,
in junior high football...

It was the first game of 8th grade season...

We had a real good team...

My childhood friend was the quarterback
and I a running back...

First offensive play of the season,
quick pitch left to me...

I broke to the sideline and was breaking for a touchdown...

Defensive player grabbed my jersey
and sort of hurled me into the sidelines...

I landed directly on the ball on my upper left rib...

Bruised ribs...

Takes so long to recover...

Played that whole season with this thing
called a: Flap jacket.

But it was the worse pain I ever felt...

Still somehow broke the touchdown
record that year...

The other day I roamed past
this old field where I honed my skills...

Sort of wondering if the next
generation does such things...

Was a bit of a golden age,
just before the internet and video games...

But when I re injured rib...

Was the exact rib in exact place...

Like...

The exact fucking place...

I felt it was a deep communication from the universe...

Like a deep, internal revelation to be studied...

It was fucked up for some months...

Well hey there Cipher:)

The closest thing I've ever had to a cracked rib is maybe heartburn. LOL
I have not broken a bone as of yet!  I promise its true!!

You know, bringing you're story up reminds me of when I was
riding bikes with a few friends of mine. Around the same time - in middle school. I was on the handle bars and my cousin was the one pedaling.
He was going fast - then the front tire skidded and stopped. I literally launched off the handle bars.
I caught air! Somehow I ended going head first into a tumble. Just like a tire would roll. I didn't have one scratch - and it was on a blacktop parking lot. I have no idea how that happened!
Everyone rushed to me asking if I was okay - and I was like - yeah?
They couldn't believe I didn't have a scrape or a scratch. Was totally
weird. That's the only time I think I should have had something broken.

As for the write - well - life can be cruel.
So I explored a different one:)

I bet you were a kick ass football player buddy!!

Thanks for the RL and stopping by for a read.

Hi!

Thank you so much.
Glad you enjoyed:)