Incinerate

[Shadowlight]

Throw your torch!

Flame-spitten to an ash-wilted pyre
and watch amongst the phantom hordes,
a publicly relished rage,
writhing to fuel a fire.

Breathe with soft lips upon the embers,
Heat exposed beneath my feet,
and deny with a vehemence
that our lips ever did at one time meet.

Voice your grievance,
one in a one-thousand voiced choir,
and let the cacophony burn in my heart,
the sound of only your voice,
forever that does not expire.

And I could have been anyone
when anyone would do.
Not lovingly chosen
but hunted instinctively in pursuit.

And I fed the flames
which once made me feel protected and complete
but which now make me nothing
but disappointment disposed of at your feet.

[tailor STATELY]

A wonderful start. All my poems are subject to revision at any time... sometimes after many years.

"And I fed those flames
which once made me feel protected and complete
but which now make me nothing
but disappointment disposed of at your feet."

This sentiment hits a chord within me having experienced being discarded and recently having to relive all the emotions that are associated (it's so complicated!). I'm still processing my feelings with prayer and tears... perhaps a poem or two may result.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Buh4Bee]

This has some very raw and significant emotions that you convey well in your imagery. I particularly felt the pain at your conclusion. These are my observations of your poem

[Shadowlight]

Thank you for your response BUh4Bee. Im glad the emotion was well conveyed to you in the imagery. I feel I sometimes can be too abstract and like it when I can pull off a vision.

Tailor, I'm sorry you have recently gone through a loss. Feeling harmed and betrayed by someone you love is the hardest thing. I've always agreed with the Kübler-Ross model of the 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Ive never necessarily experienced them in that order and anger is always my final stage before acceptance. The situation I was in was really kind of no ones fault and the separation between me and the person I loved was unbearable, mostly because neither of us really wanted to leave each other. But it wasnt until they finally hurt me that I felt any relief, like I could get past not having them in my life by just holding onto that anger. Funny enough, that anger was so delicate and the next time I saw them they showed me a kindness that blew it all away, I lost it's protection and my heart is just raw again. It makes me wonder what it takes to heal, to finally get to acceptance? What can a person actively do?

Yeah, so im in the whirlwind. I hope you can write a poem Tailor, Id be nice to hear someone else's story. Maybe it can help me forget mine.