Prompted by a discussion in another thread, I post this with a question, does it matter if the poem below does not convey the specifics of the
situation I'm describing here or is the communication of the emotional experience sufficient?
I cannot eat
My body rejects sustenance
Trying to purge me somehow.
This is not coping
This is simply doing what must be done.
A kind of calmness descends.
But as it begins
My legs tremble
And my head spins
My heart thumps
As if to burst out of my chest.
This room is full of pain.
Words bring tears
Gentle, unashamed weeping
This is what I am here for.
But as I listen my face tightens
Till it feels made of stone.
Tears are not enough
A pain seem to drag
The sides of my mouth
Into a grimace
Eyes squeezed shut
And still the pain worsens.
I want my Mum
But she is gone too
Also too soon, also too young
My face cracks open with a sob
Deep shuddering waves of misery.
Grief remembered and new sorrow felt
But also the primeval fear
Of a place I once inhabited
And where I will never return.
Wow! That is incredible, and the specifics don't really matter. You have described the kind of emotional turmoil that attacks most of us on occasion, and have done it exceeding well.
"This is not coping
This is simply doing what must be done."
We've discussed this many times - but you put it very well.
I hear this.
And I, as you, am fed up with people telling me how well I'm doing.
I don't have a choice, really, now do I?
I've said to others in your situation, Janet, and this also applies to the author of the OP. I feel for you, but have yet to walk down that road, so
I can't pass any meaningful empathy in your situation. Everyone copes in different ways, what ever works for you, it's not up to me to say how well
you are coping. I may observe changes, but that is another subject.
Good piece, Swishie, the specifics are irrelevant. The poem conveys the emotion, which is as it should be. If it conveyed specifics and little emotion, it would become a dirge (very loose application of the word here). A large mix of both, and it becomes a tome! I am not, nor have I ever been an english educator, so please take it as friendly encouragement, and not a critique.
If every poem was tailor made for a unique situation, how would anyone else be able to relate to it?
Surely, a poem should be a form of communication - a means of including people in an experience.
Which reminds me of another discussion I had about this, well, two actually. One was about keeping art in the attic and not sharing it with anyone - ie, if you paint or write and keep it to yourself, does that detract from its value as art.
And the other point was about the Hitler paintings. Whether its important to know the background of the author or artist. Are Hitler's paintings any less good or bad because you know something about him?
Swish thanks for sharing, I for one can identify with the written word.
Best regards the Bear