I am the burden, last one left.
It is not glue that holds this household together,
but a due date.
Waiting impatiently for it to pass, to break the farce. Family
does not plan their escape from one another with detailed precision.
Time being the meticulous art,
one I have no taste in,
temporarily binding us together.
Lie to yourself, lie to me.
Anticipation coursing through my fingers,
desperation. Need not be dragged farther
into your frozen, delusional fantasy.
We don’t speak of the future, as if only this will ever exist.
Persistence to hide from the inevitable
doesn’t make it fictitious.
you don’t understand
You’re losing me,
the silent inescapable truth.
Inseparability is a distortion of reality,
time splits everything.
I will not be eternally frozen to placate your pain;
this is not permanent.
the real world.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.
I wrote the first draft solely based on what I was feeling, then I went in and added some technique to polish it up. From there, as per usual, I edit it to my liking and standard. Often times, I end up with a document filled with 4-7 drafts of a single poem.
Why did you choose to write this poem?
Writing poetry is therapeutic for me, I get to spill out all of my jumbled thoughts onto a page with this secrecy and autonomy. I truthfully wrote what was weighing heavy on my heart that day.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this?
Try your best to always be honest in your writing, even when you don't turn out looking like the hero.