Pride was always the day before
The long drive home to my apartment
late at night,
trying not to stop for gas
or anything else
with my Tinkerbell t-shirt
and my painted nails,
no longer in safe territory.
Taking off my nail polish
for the next day.
Snipping off the paper bracelet.
Waking up early for church
with my family.
It always seemed cruel.
Some type of hangover of the soul.
Being dragged so quickly from the mountaintop
down to the valley.
Being shoved underwater
after getting a few lungfuls
of precious air.
I agree with Mike. The details, economy, metaphors give the poem an exquisite clarity.
Yes, yes, yes, wonderful poem. Full of specifics and heartfelt to the core. Thanks for sharing!
The line “No longer in safe territory” drives this poem home. Thank you for sharing this piece, and I hope that you no longer have to compartmentalize your life.
You have captured the moment so well. Thank you for your poem.
Oh wow. I really didn’t expect such a response to this poem. Thank you all so much. I’m touched.