Torn Apart
You were my friend.
You dated
then married
my Brother.
After 25 years
you called it quits.
You turned
the boy
then the girl
against him.
You barred
him
from your
dad’s
funeral.
He called me
in tears.
He couldn’t
let go
of you,
the boy,
the girl,
your dad.
I tried
my best
to console.
Your sister
found
him
hanging
in the
closet.
Now
I am
still
tore
up.
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Good heavens! Shocking, very sad story.
This took me 25 years to write about.
Better late than never.
And what courage it must have taken to both live and write this! Thank you for this piece.
heart wrenching
Oh my Linda! Writing can help us heal, I know it’s helped me. Thanks for sharing. Your poem is powerful and the form really works with it.
The quick, short form is really effective in adding an urgency and solemness to the work.
But what I more want to say is thank you for sharing this. And to have endured this, to have lived past this, you must have a lot of strength. I hope whatever wounds have not yet healed, heal.
I am, first of all, so sorry. I can only imagine what it takes to get here to this point of such cohesive reflection and you have done it so well. The shape of the poem reflects the feeling – like going down or circling a drain
Thanks all for your kind words…have been carrying this pain too long. Woke up and wrote about it!
You finally succeed in a big way. Way to let this one jell…
Love, betrayal, pain, anger, grief take turns percolating, don’t they? This captures the convergence of all in bursts to the one whom you can finally address. Breathe now
Linda, what a powerful poem. You are so strong my friend, so strong. Thank you for sharing.