Monday, November 15, 2010

I Wince

I wince, when I think of her sadness like a
throbbing pain of a deep sliver embedded
within me, I quiver, shake with each ache
she feels.

I endure her pain, with an intense fever, which
burns my very heart, singeing my passion and
blackens my mood.

I can’t control it; this is how I feel. Her depth
within me, is so deep so entrenched, that I must
trudge through what crosses she must bear.

Do you understand this, can you feel this - my
passion of her despair. Can you see this love -
this love on a different level, beyond the years
of life? Can you even imagine…

Imagine my heart; imagine her pain of life, her
days of thought and breath. Now throw this ball
of unimaginable pain and fury into the air, let it
glow in its madness…

Let the fire from within her, build, bursting in
tears. This heavy ball, which is driven from her
and into my chest…, weighing upon my heart,
burning into my helpless being, my useless
words - as they cannot help her. Then imagine
how I feel, how I feel…how I feel.

I wince, because that is all I can do. I wince,
because I want to feel her pain, I want to take it
away…I want to take it all away.

If I could die on this day, knowing that she
would be free for life - I would die… I would
take all her pain, and wrap it in my arms, hold it
as tight as I could, and suffer with a smile on my
face.

Some may say, that is too much, who can bear
such madness, such love, such passion. I say
too little, too late; my job, my love for her, is to
suffer, and hers is to love…and to love freely.

I want to wince, I need to wince; this is all I can
offer her, I can only give her my heart, as my
words have no real meaning, but my heart is for
life - this life I can offer.

This life, I wince for her.

17 comments:

  1. That's a very moving piece. Lovely and tragic.

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  2. I think you capture the essence of what a poet is and that is a life experiencer. Whether our own lie or that of another a poet captures it and releases it on pages. This is very touching and moving.

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  3. wince,
    that's it, your words paint very visual image on emotional pains.
    well done.
    Thanks for linking up.

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  4. I find myself wincing often...your words are indeed moving...thank you for sharing this.

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  5. Very interesting piece, heartfelt love, undying love, will to suffer all that is within her pain, just to offer love free of hesitations. Very nice write.

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  6. Dear David

    So simple and beautiful verse. Thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  7. emotional and painful read. wonderful job!

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  8. Bursting at the seams emotionalism. Strong imagery, etc.

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  9. Powerful stuff, it's what we all want from our other halves. Beautiful

    shan
    @awdures

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  10. This is such an emotional piece, very moving. I became misty-eyed as I read it. I could almost feel your pain and her pain through your words. I think anyone who truly loves has the same sentiments. When our loved ones are in pain, we feel it too, and if we could take away their pain and suffer for them, we would.

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  11. I know that depth. A heartfelt profound poem, an excellent write.

    Anita.

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  12. an emotional tale...i felt the pain in the heart of the writer which is a good thing coz you pulled me in...cheers pete

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  13. I've never seen the word "wince" used so effectively - such suffering! A well-written One Shot, David!

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  14. Dear David
    Good to see it once again through one shot Wednesday...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  15. this is a very emotional write - the pain, the love, the longing to help, the suffering..it can be felt that you wrote your heart into this piece

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