Shatterproof, I wish I was
Poem...continuing to work through...stuff.
Shatterproof
"I wish I was"
S c a t t e r e d
charred
ashes
these
wounds
are my own
Splatterproof
"If only I was"
D r i p
tainted
blood
self-inflicted
torment
Blameless
"I wish I was"
light
the fire
of
my selfish desires
acts of deception
sear my heart
the reminder
remains
*
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Author's Notes: Now reverse. Name is inspired of Bulletproof I wish I was by Radiohead from The Bends.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (13)
Gorgeous piece, pal! Deeply moving. It worked beautifully both ways! I hope you are doing ok! Sending hugs across the pond!
Don't we all?
I like it in reverse. I think as I get older I am shatterproof, more so when I was younger. I know what is important to me and what I can ignore without is bothering me. It is always a work in progress, and I need to remind myself.
This reminds me, strangely, of Hamlet’s complaint, O that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. Of course ‘drip tainted blood’ produces a more visceral response in the reader. Nevertheless, the melancholia in the piece is reminiscent of both of Hamlet and the accusatory voice that lives in me. These are painful words, Paul. I hope that one day that both of us can rise above them.
I think we are shatterproof, it just doesn't feel it. More prone to some kind of internal decomposing collapse.
Sometimes I wish I would just shatter, or spontaneously combust or something- that'd be cool. Anyway, the rawness of this is stunning and very cleverly done. Hope you're OK 🤍 Are you happy with your feature? Do you want any changes?
Just stunning 🥰
Really beautiful piece of writing, I loved the rhythm you created. I think a lot of people can relate to this, too.
I like what you did here, but all I could see was Hunter Biden in the picture. Maybe it was meant to be, though.
Writing is therapeutic and I'm so glad you're writing this as you're working through stuff. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Well whatever you are working through, it seems like you're winning!! Turning the pain into something so breath taking!! Great work Paul!
Now I get it! This challenge puzzled me. I feel you, my friend.
That was really quite good,band I hope you find peace.