Tuesday, October 25, 2011

newest poem

Break Away
By Ann Chiappetta
October 2011

She Hurts
I soothe by
traveling to the past
Littered with obsidian precipices
and blackness

caring for her
stirs vulnerability
like a cyclonic eye
determined to maim the heart.

Helping means
Chiseling grooves
The hammer blows striking
Shard by shard

Her prison begins to break away
As I fall apart.


DorianTB said...

Annie, I can see your work with veterans has left a major emotional impact on you. "Break Away" really moved me; it reminded me of the aging veterans in our own family. What a poignant yet tough-minded poem; great job, my friend!

Annie C. said...

thanks, D.