Tracing lines on wood
she struggles with her fear
of opening the door
It sweeps through her very soul
this fear that his spirit might just escape
if she does
He left for a footy trip
tradition of booze and boys being boys
but her baby never returned
physical pieces of him remain
in the nursing home she spends
eight hours a day at
but his spirit;
that of a twenty year old
with the world at his feet
remains trapped behind a door
she can’t open
without surrendering
to reality
Author notes
Poem inspired by the contest word
Surrender
In a list
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A contest entry
- Points giveaway... by kiwigirljacks.
1800 points, ended October 14, 17 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very sad, powerful piece! Really touched me as I read, beautifully penned. Good luck
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Oh boy... this is sad! I know guys that have been paralysed and worse during sports..
To have to face that kind of reality with someone you love must be so hard...
Very moving poem!
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WOW! This hit me very hard...I almost know this feeling too well...to close for comfort...I keep waiting for his soul to find it's body and give him peace to learn to live and love in peace...chilling and heartbreaking...you did it!
What more can I say...this is so much my life...Gold to me!
Love,
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