not to fall apart completely
when the acid of swallowed words
threatens to devour me whole.
This heart has no obligation
to prove the truth
of the blood rushing through it
to those who would see the bleeding
as just another mess to ignore.
I have disciplined my heart
to only beat at full strength
in the presence of trust, but
far too often that means
I listen to its throb alone.
Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash |
This poem was created for the prompt at Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings #22: It Takes A Bit of Discipline
Oh, I've known that feeling. It's no way to live.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is not
DeleteYour words speak volumes ... beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen
DeleteYup can easily identify with your poem. Luv the image you teamed up with. I could not get the video
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine
Much✒love
Sorry the video didn't work for you :(
DeleteI can feel those words as if the ink was bleeding out of my own heart. The feeling takes so much out a soul, that kind of discipline... And on the other side of the restraint, there is always the possibility of going full volcano (and that knowledge devours just as much energy).
ReplyDeleteThis one sings and roar to the blood and bone... and much more.
Thanks Magaly. I had an inkling you knew exactly what I was getting at with this piece. LOL, and thank you for the moments where you talked me down from full volcano.
DeleteWhen we are younger we tend to showour feelings more but then as we grow older we beome more stoic and accept the ups and down of life. I really loved the last verse Rommy.
ReplyDeleteWith age does come wisdom, well, for most of us. I can think of an old fool in my government who hasn't matured past toddlerhood.
DeleteThis is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Rommy!❤️ I especially love; " I have disciplined my heart to only beat at full strength in the presence of trust." Yes!❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa
DeleteI identify with your poem, Rommy. It is beautifully written on a painful subject. People may say sticks and stones may break my bones and words will never hurt me, but they do devour us whole, even when we’ve disciplined our hearts. The final stanza is deeply moving.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you enjoyed it
DeleteI feel the pain....but also the strength of the disciplined heart.
ReplyDeleteBoth are certainly involved
DeleteSave the heart for the good stuff. But please exercise it daily, aerobic.
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LOL, I was sooooo good about exercise at the beginning of the pandemic, but if my gut is acting up, it has to be a low activity day for me.
DeleteMoving and sobering – especially the last verse.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteIt takes discipline to discipline the heart. The last line sounds lonely.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed
DeleteIt is soooo hard to swallow words, but sometimes totally necessary to not carry on the ill and make that extra unnecessary mess. Excellent write. I really feel it.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's very hard to hold in my words when people choose to be oblivious to the obvious pain of others and cover it in faux love and light platitudes that do nothing to address the actual problem.
DeleteSwallowing words is tough. I've done it many times. Your second stanza hits me hard. I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad it had that impact. Yet I wonder if I was too subtle.
DeleteI feel this. How beautifully you have shown the ache through your words! Our heartbeats are better served when not shown to those who would judge us for our pain
ReplyDeleteYep. It's just helpful not to take on any extra levels of misery than we have to.
DeleteThat's beautifully expressed- especially "acid" of swallowed words...
ReplyDeleteThanks Thotpurge
DeleteI love this and the idea of discipline the heart but that the heart has nothing to prove.
ReplyDeleteThanks Colleen
DeleteA moving poem. It cuts away the silence.
ReplyDeleteThat silence needs a few air holes cut into it or it will smother a soul.
DeleteThis is gorgeous. Love the ending, love the picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeletePoor darn Fella! well written and depressing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, but I should point out this wasn't written by a fella but a dame.
DeleteI love your work--there is so much wisdom here!
ReplyDeleteThank you Audrey
Delete" far too often that means
ReplyDeleteI listen to its throb alone."
Too many of us feel the same way, Rommy.
Sadly too true
DeleteA powerful and well written piece, Rommy.
ReplyDeleteThank you Khaya
Deletelove your discipline poem Rommy. very relatable.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it
DeleteOh those last lines are magnificent Rommy! These lines are heart stirring and ones that resonate indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie
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