They told him,
‘You are more than good enough.’ They said,
You are worthy
of your own acceptance’. Belief in those words
sated him, and his vacant heart, but
it lay in wait, that
skittish horse, invisible, universal,
always walking
in front of him, reins tied
to ropes
to his stomach, knots loose, dictated by
his heart, connected
to that skittish horse.
Time passes, his heart filled,
dreams and reality
poured in, a concoction unheard of,
unique,
rare,
real; the change sent unguarded vibrations
down the line, it bolted, that mare,
and those ropes stretched taut,
those knots tightened, pulling him
through lives and places,
hearts and minds,
ruination to him.
Yet whispers of words calmed it,
stopped it,
and the hands of those words
untied those knots, as he struggled
to stand and survey
the wreckage in his wake.
Heartbreak awaiting, guilt
abiding, he turns and witnesses
the intangible carnage, defeated utterly.
They told him,
‘You are more than good enough.’ They said, ‘
You are worthy
of your own acceptance.’
They lied.
Felt identified with this heartbreaking poem. I enjoyed it very much.
Thank you for reading. I really appreciate it. I’m glad you could relate. It’s always nice knowing some feelings aren’t idiosyncratic 🙂