For today’s prompt, write a “last straw” poem. Everyone encounters situations in which they decide they’re not going to take it anymore (whatever “it” happens to be).
She held on as long as she could
Feet scarred from years of egg shells
Feeling the faint strength within
Increasing in vertical swells
For years she tried to live
Under a powerful radar
Knowing she could do no right
Existing inside a broken avatar
The last straw came
Like lightening ruptured her soul
When he hurt her baby
In a violent rage out of control
Pain had been reserved for her
She knew how to survive
She never felt worth a change
But one forbidden touch opened her eyes…
Please Note: “she” is not Me. Thanks for reading.
In the longing for love’s longing.
In the desire for quenched desire.
In seeking that which seeks to be found.
In wanting to speak the unspoken whisper…
It’s easy to compromise,
Just to be held.
To know a lovers touch,
Ignite the oneness meld.
The thirst for reciprocation,
The warmth of another’s embrace.
Companionship’s determined pressure,
Can cause one to choose in haste.
Love’s mere existence is purposeful,
There’s much to be gained.
While genuine and beautiful,
Love can wrongfully enslave.
Shifting intuition into chance,
A misplaced heart searching for forever.
There are benefits from love in all forms,
Learning through mandatory errors.
Perhaps enduring pain and abuse,
Horrors of loose humanity.
From the longing inside for love,
Interlocked with fear’s company.
Can we learn to wait?
Acting based upon faith.
Protect our irrevocable hearts,
And avoid regret’s infinite refrains.
Trapped within the broken reflection,
Pieces scattered on the ground.
Connected to the fallen shards,
Did wholeness ever abound?
Destroyed, like the trust,
She once loosely knew.
Shattered like her hope,
Unfamiliar and askew.
Eyes, smokey black and blue,
The shades all wrong.
Far from reflecting the pain within.
A torturous hurt he prolongs.