Thursday, September 21, 2006

Concrete

Sometimes it feels
like you are concrete
pouring over me,
solidifying,
and trying to hold me back
from living.

I keep breaking through
but the pressure,
the weight of your words
is breaking my branches,
wilting my petals,
and drowning my roots.

I ask you to stop
at least take a break
so I can breath a moment.
But you aren't listening,
you are trapped inside
your necessary fictions.

5 comments:

Renegade Eye said...

Trouble in paradise?

ella said...

Haha, my life has never been a paradise--but I have definitely made it as good as I can!

This poem is about a loved one, but not my significant other--who is always supportive.

Renegade Eye said...

I liked the old Capote movie, and think it's great. The new one is even better.

Anonymous said...

I mean not to diminish your feelings, only give another perspective. One can have their petals wilted, branches broken and roots drowned but in the end when all is said and done no matter how much one may try, it is our roots that break through the concrete. The concrete will not prevail. The tree will continue to grow, new branches will form, new petals will bloom and our roots will find ground to stand tall in.

Keeping the "concrete" analogy, one might think of themselves in a new way. Water (for example) No matter how hard the surface is, no matter how much damage it seems to do, water is always stronger. It will always carve it's path. Yes, water can also be seen as a negative force, it's how we choose to live our lives that makes us a positive or negative force.

ella said...

I just now read what "anonymous" wrote-and it is poetic and realistic. One must try to picture oneself as water as often as possible. Thank you.