Push and Pull
Love finds me
That look in your eyes can sway me to turn and face you or I can turn away.
All I ever need or want, your soul sees. Can I hope for the best? Can I dare to love you?
Love can be pain, or Love can be a gift. Is it to be both at the same time?
I pray it is not just luck that we met. If I feel safe, I will stay.
I am deep in this kiss now. Very real my love. Only good will find me when you are by my side.
Can I wish for more? Do I have it all here, now?
Let it be true love for once.
I need it to be.
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Pam Sievert-Russomanno
Career Broadcast Advertising Executive.
Wife, Mother, and dog lover.
Published author of (1) Christmas Novella. Taking time to reinvest in my writing while juggling life in Los Angeles.
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Author's Notes: I rediscovered my 1980's poetry magnets box and in it were two poems I find compelling. I recall having challenged myself to create two poems using the same set of words. These two poem are what spilled out. Which one resonates more with you, version A or B? Leave it in Comments. I'd love to know your thoughts!
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I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom6 days ago in Fiction
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Really loved the movement in the poem.