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Responsible Solace

12.6.22

By Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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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!

Also, be sure to give her a follow on Instagram (@seekatwrite).

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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.

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  • Jimmy Butlerabout a year ago

    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!

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