the ledge
she told me today that i looked so happy
i smiled back at her
activating an invisible shield
attempting to block her ability to look right through me
i can’t help thinking
maybe today is the day
i’ll be able to let go
of the idea that everyone would be better off without me
then come the voices
a cacophony of deafening bells and alarms
full of reminders that i am nothing more
than a burden
dead weight – and a lot of it
an imposter
in a body that constantly betrays me
this body
an expert in mind games
never allowing the outside and inside to match
this body is hanging on for dear life
clinging to side of a ledge
willing someone to pull it back up
i see a hand reach out
her hand
it grabs mine
fingers intertwining
she pulls with all her might
and i am flying
then falling
right before her feet
i notice the crimson blood
coating the entirety of each hand
not mine
only then do i see
the blood is running down her arms
she’s injured
but i can’t figure out where it’s coming from
i found the wound
a tiny hole
in her heart
she says i put it there
the moment i failed to see myself
the way she sees me
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Some heavy stuff here. My favorite lines:
“i can’t help thinking
maybe today is the day
i’ll be able to let go
of the idea that everyone would be better off without me”
My main question: who is the “she” who helps the speaker? I mean what is their relationship? The speaker’s mother? A lover? “i see a hand reach out / her hand”. As a reader, I want to be shown that hand.
Deep poem and I love the way you use enjambment and line breaks to slow down the pace.