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  May 8 Daniel Tucker
Vuyiwe
I caught something so heavy.
One meant to be caught with four hands,
To be carried by the strength of two.
Excitement got a hold of me, I forgot its weight.
And so, I held on for longer than I should have.
With all my might I held it closer to my chest.
And finally its weight overcame me.
And so I hit the ground.
It sunk into my chest and injured my heart.
I looked to you and wondered why you never helped.
As the pain grew, words became impossible.
And tears seemed to be my only voice.
With the hope that somehow they help lift the weight on my heart.
In the silence,
A scream came forth from nowhere.
Not prompted by anything or anyone.
It startled me, at first,
As the tremors reverberated in my body, still.
I pondered its origins;
A groan of all the screams I've suppressed
Leaked out:
Layered losses claiming their voices.
With their release, came space,
And grace…and strength and power.
I'll harness, to use in this hour.
You promised
A lifetime of poetry
Just to leave without
A single line
So I search for them in stollen verses...
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