Closed Fist

October 9, 2008
By Jaryd Garger, Milwaukie, OR

The skin is being separated as you make your way to my heart.
Gentle at first, because we were together, but towards the end you started tearing.
Unaware I just laid back and let you do your worst, the pain I felt inside stayed there, hidden from the world.
Torn in two, the both of us, struggling along.
Something had to go, and I guess I got the short straw.

You’ve made your hole, your journey is now complete, time to reap your just reward.
You reach inside and close your fist around my beating heart.
Cold settles in as it leaves my body.
You said that you’d be careful and that I could trust you, and blindly I listened.

You carried it around for a while, and the cold began to subside.
And when you’d gone and had your fun, you tried to give it back.
Confused at first i took it and set it on a shelf.
And when I realized that you weren’t coming back for it, I laid it inside my chest and sewed the pieces shut.

Years will pass before I hope to feel your hand again.
And when the time comes for you to separate the skin, I hope you didn't forget the way.
Or where my heart now lays.

The author's comments:
Break-ups are one of the best catalysts for poetry.

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on Feb. 23 2009 at 10:32 pm
Hay_Wire PLATINUM, Independence, Missouri
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i know how that goes. im sorry this had to happen to you. thats a good poem. keep writing, its good to get it out. even when you end up riping up the paper.. ya.. well, good work

on Dec. 19 2008 at 1:30 am
Well, it was great. I truly felt the emotion. Keep writing, I tell you that! I mean, writing is perhaps the greatest gift one can be given. The true form or expression.

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