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Introspective - 101
by Genevieve Sturrockloving you is like being
a butterfly in the desert
seeking water from a cactus
i beat fragile wings
against the spines
that surround you
punching holes in
the fabric of who i am
as you sink deeper
behind your fortified walls
unwittingly denying me
the most basic of needs
i wither and lose
pieces of me
shimmering brightness
fading to dust
i cling
impaled
and exhausted
on the
other
side 08/16/2008 Author's Note: how do i reach my kids who don't even seem to know i am not there, buried as they are behind the wall of their dad.
Posted on 08/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/16/08 at 03:25 PM Well said lady. This issue lives in too many families and most don't even know it. A very telling story! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/16/08 at 06:33 PM ...this is stylish in the line breaks, then your drift o' subjective metaphor, and i 'saw' a poor[sic] butterfly, so tender, so soft, so light, and so bent on pupose of living that life...alas, i hurt from medaughter, and for meWonderful grandson, [what kind world will we leave him?] Kai...and i need that love, such a pome[sic]. we cry in the forest yet no one hears us... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/16/08 at 06:35 PM ...genevieve, i forgot that i wanted you to know how lovely, stout, dear this pome is...and forgot. love it. |
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