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You, I, and She

we have always been

By Sam Eliza GreenPublished 3 months ago 2 min read
Top Story - November 2023
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You, I, and she wait

in the car for our

story to change.

It’s rainy, always rain.

The chill bites

to the bones like

starving hounds,

and we wonder how

long we’ve been sad.

You mention

that our melancholy

is merely a reflection

of all we haven’t

experienced

or been.

When I try to write

it down, you remind

me that we cannot

be held by poetry

because our existence

evades everything

about the self.

She’s convinced

that displacement is

easier than facing

remorse alone, and I agree,

especially in the winter

when nothing feels right

and wrong has carved

into my skin like

the sharp snap

of abandonment.

We asked for this,

you remind me,

but she dreams

of going back where

comfort feels ghostly

and stolen

because at least

it remains within

the quiet abode

where our rawboned

roots grow.

You claim to know

everything about after.

She can’t be dissected

from the past, and

I am only this moment

when rain soaks through

the windshield

and heals

our vacancies,

dripping

from eyelashes

like tears of solace

because we have finally

been uprooted

from the terracotta

where empty promises

wilted into settling for less

than the blossoms

of all the love

we had carelessly given.

In memories

that never seemed mine,

she clings to bittersweet

fables about a girl

who didn’t know

how to build her own

castle but made the best

of grief she inherited

from a heartbroken queen.

I ache within

the tragic loneliness

of self-preservation.

And you harbor hopes

for tomorrow

that border impossible.

Upon which splintering

skull does this heavy

crown rest?

Entangled, we fight

against our own hearts

and minds.

Hours have never been

so convoluted

yet true.

And although poetry

cannot hold us completely,

we must try.

You, I, and She emerge

from the liminal shelter

letting this storm

memorialize our story,

and the rain, always rain,

reunites missing

bits and pieces

until we can finally confess

to the weeping sky

that the burdensome crown

rests above a lonesome,

unwavering brow.

We become the rain,

droplets reintegrating

into the very body

whence they were born,

a final dance of the downpour.

We have always been.

***

This poem is part of a collection:

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About the Creator

Sam Eliza Green

Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.

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  • Teresa Rentonabout a month ago

    Stunning take on the kaleidoscope of selves that we are. Congratulations for your win 🥰

  • Alison McBainabout a month ago

    This is wonderfully written. You can feel the inner struggle. Congrats on the win!

  • M.C. Murphy about a month ago

    Absolutely breathtaking. Thank you so much for sharing this. I felt it in my bones.

  • life is on going process, dear. love this poem. best wishes.

  • Beautiful. There was so much wrapped in the lines of this poem. A journey of emotions spun through verse

  • Congratulations on your win!!! I feel like I haven't the words to review poetry. Poems just cut straight through words and hit me on a deeper level. This did the same. It's raw, impactful, and feels very much like a glimpse into something quite personal indeed. Thank you for sharing with us.

  • Novel Allen2 months ago

    Lovely poetry, filled with an entire life, love, and heartfelt musings within the story. Congrats on your win.

  • KB2 months ago

    Gorgeous poem, congratulations!

  • Congratulations on the win! Beautiful poem :)

  • Jesse Wilson2 months ago

    Stunning poem Sam, congratulations on the win. 🎉🙌

  • gisela2 months ago

    This is sooo beautiful! Well-deserved win, congrats!

  • Kristen Balyeat2 months ago

    Gorgeous! This is a winner for sure! Congratulations!!! 💫💞

  • Harbor Benassa2 months ago

    Absolutely beautiful, you've truly captured that moment when resistance turns to acceptance.

  • D.K. Shepard2 months ago

    Congrats! Beautiful poem!

  • Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago

    Truly captivating. Congratulations on your win

  • Daphsam2 months ago

    Congratulations on your win!! Very deserving.

  • Cathy holmes2 months ago

    Oh my goodness. This is fantastic. Congrats on the well-deserved win.

  • K. Kocheryan2 months ago

    Congrats on winning first!

  • Dana Crandell2 months ago

    Congratulationson on a well deserved win!

  • Andie Emerson2 months ago

    You crushed my soul! Congrats on 1st place!!

  • Carly Bush3 months ago

    Incredible.

  • Andrew C McDonald3 months ago

    We raise our faces in the rain Drinking in the sorrowful tears Over all that could have been Always the rain Beautiful, melancholy and deep. Great job.

  • Rachel Deeming3 months ago

    I like the collection of selves; not compartmentalised as such but an ackowledgement that we are many things and that only we, ourselves, know who we are. "...lonesome/unwavering brow..."I liked the vulnerability of this line but also the strength.

  • Shannon Loewen3 months ago

    You found the perfect image to go with this. <3

  • Andrea Corwin 3 months ago

    Beautiful, and I loved the lines: The chill bites to the bones like starving hounds,

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