We searched others
For the solace we desired
Searching their eyes
The crevices of their minds
The color of their soul
For a reprieve
From the discomfort
The dread
We held inside
Like a prized treasure,
We curved our bodies
Around the pain
Protecting it from sun
Protecting it from prying fingers
That we believed would
Make it worse-
We held it tight
Coveting it the way
We would the jewels
Of a famous king,
The treasure buried
By a scandalous pirate,
We placed it on a pedestal
And watched it shine
In the dullest of grays,
While hoping someone else
Would come along
And fix it…
Believing we didn’t have to
Do it ourselves-
Solace wasn’t meant
To be achieved alone
We said over and over
Defending our lack of motion,
Our lack of cleansing
Of removing the broken pieces
From the pile we were trying
To show to the world
As a functioning
And hearty human being,
The pieces that gave us away,
That reflected back to the world
What we couldn’t do ourselves,
The pieces that proved
We were still growing
Unable to obtain
The next level.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet and novelist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
Comments (1)
One time, I found solace in the eyes of a beagle. All the broken pieces seemed the gather into a box and go on a shelf in my heart and mind. Thank you for another good piece!