Alone
Musings with a mirror to keep me safe.
Hello there.
It’s been a long time growing:
something soft, and sweet, and delicately
written, tied with a bow.
Been busy writing product pages,
plentiful piles of poetless prose
with nothing left for me
to show
to you.
How I wish you'd know.
How I wish you knew.
There isn’t any space in here,
like a canopy of vines
tearing up the room.
Something doesn't feel safe
inside. Like something dire roots
in plain sight.
But I can’t hide.
So I'll point the mirror at the door
and wait here
for you.
Please let it be for you.
Maybe one day,
I’ll bloom. Write you something delicate
and tie it with a bow.
How I wish I’d know.
How I wish I knew.
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Corvus
A writer and lover of poetry, fiction, and more. Always open to polite, constructive criticism and general advice.
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar4 days ago in Feast
Comments (17)
great stuff
Amazing story with raw powerful emotion. You should be very proud of yourself.
Wonderful story, well done and congratulations!
"Alone" struck a chord within me with its raw emotion and profound introspection. Your words painted a vivid picture of solitude and the myriad of emotions that accompany it. The imagery you crafted, from the solitary footsteps to the silent echoes, evoked a powerful sense of loneliness that resonated deeply with me. Your poem beautifully captures the essence of solitude, exploring both its complexities and its inherent beauty. Through your masterful use of language and imagery, you conveyed a sense of vulnerability and introspection that is both relatable and deeply moving. I was particularly struck by the way you infused the poem with a sense of hope and resilience, reminding the reader that even in moments of solitude, there is strength to be found within oneself. Your ability to find beauty in vulnerability is truly commendable and speaks volumes about your talent as a poet. Thank you for sharing your work with the world and for inviting us into the depths of your emotions. "Alone" left a profound impact on me, and I am grateful for the opportunity to have experienced your artistry. Best Rgards, Dr. Jay
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very great story, I really love it.
Congrats on Top Story! :)
Wow this is so lovely like a bow! Congratulations 🎊🥳🥳😍Loved it.
Beautiful poem. I loved how soft it was. Congrats on the Top Story!
Amazing poem — congrats on TS!
Very nicely done. Congrats on the TS.
Amazing writing you were able to easily display emotions
congratulations on TS. I can feel the emotions just waiting to be demonstrated and yet having to hold them inside. Beautifully written.
Such soft musings that feel so deep!
I can feel this place inside of me that waits for something to rise or stir; this was beautifully reflective. Congratulations on a well deserved Top Story.
well done, congrats on top story!
Nice story