A poem, but not for me.

This is a poem I wrote for another blogger who was accepting submissions following a poem previously written. My interpretation of the person’s poem was someone in love with another. This other, they were not ready to let go of hurts from the past in order to be a part of the world of today, not ready to be a part of this person’s world. Not ready to let love in again. Here is my continuation:

The freedom you cling to, devoured
The rose you dwell in, shriveled and worn
The soul you foster, while innocent and mild
Springs forth into darkness, blinded and torn
I continue to thirst for a love so sour
I sit in the garden and count down the hours
This day, this night, this echoing fear
What have you done to the hope that was near?
Tormented, you sift through the pain
And decide in the end there was nothing to gain.
A bittersweet end, all the same.

To see the beginning of the poem, please click HERE.

There is love in holding…and there is love in letting go.
– Elizabeth Berg