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.
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2 comments:
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!
thanks, D.
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