gnarled up, bones like logs
trapped in your words, frog’s ribbet
No air to finish—-
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Chronic Ache in the Soul of a Single Parent
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
By Rowan Finley 7 days ago in Humans
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Oh this has so many interpretations - excellent imagery!
Well-wrought! As a short piece this really kicks, especially the suddenness of the last line, as if one has run out of air!
Where far too many of us live.
That felt so suffocating. Loved your poem!
I feel a little claustra reading that, like I need to take a really deep breath
SAD! We have all been there.
I know the feeling Sis 💕🎈