Solitary

[carahmellow]

Mello out mellow.

I'll read your poem now.

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Solitary

Is my social bone broken?
Did it get fractured along the way?
"Out of sight, out of mind."
is a quote I’m known to say.

Though it isn’t untrue—
It doesn't mean I don’t care.
Things remind me of you often
and I wish that I could share.

But I’ve convinced myself I’m a burden.
That you don’t need me around.
A phone call from me
would induce an eye roll;
my ringtone—a dreaded sound.

Because you’re busy
as a mom,
an employee,
and a wife.
Why on earth would you need me
in your beautiful, chaotic life?

This is a narrative I have conjured,
though it's unlikely true;
I remain secluded in my refuge,
hammering a wedge 

between me and you.




You have a voice. You have a sense of rhythm. You are like a person in school talking.
Now . . . take all your literal cleverness and make it figurative, find the symbolic stuff, go with that, forget the real life stuff.


Play with the figurative stuff. 


Make poetry out of that. 

thanks! sometimes, i think this is my biggest difficulty.... the figurative. I tend to lean into the conversational while loving the figurative. it's a balance im always trying to achieve.