Obstruction

You were brave and I'm only very small
I wanted to live up to your example
You are still too much for me
I bruise myself against the wall
between us, it was always separating
I wrestle for the words that came
to you with ease
beat my hands against the door
that you can't open
and I never will,
no matter how you plead

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Clarissa
Very well written- the imagery and situation are fantastic. But what I really love about this poem is that it flows so, so smoothly, and that your rhymes were brilliantly positioned and in absolutely no way compromised the integrity of the poem. I think sometimes people get a little bit too caught up on trying to rhyme and they let that dictate where the poem is going- but that is definitely not the case with this. You should be very proud of this poem. =)
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BonnieCelt
Thank you so much, heterodynemind - that's one of the best things anyone's said about my writing.
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heterodynemind
Wow, this is poetic dynamite. Love the image of being bruised and small against an implacable, unyielding wall; and the revelation at the end that you no longer wish to open that door even if you could.
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