Not More Than a Minute
My heart sank
Down to the abyss of a cold corner in my soul
It had been stabbed by your words...
Dumbfounded by the realization that you too, thought I was not
worth more than a quick minute
The thought that I am not worth to you... a cheap two hour screen getaway, a mediocre taste of the palate, or a free stroll next to some calm waves
broke me
Gave me chills of sadness, makes me want to just love and rejoice in my sweet solitude... it at least caresses my sorrow
How wrenching the thought that , you too could be like all the other boys
My heart sank, but yet it floats
I know I am worth more than anything you could ever give me
I am worth more than my own weight in gold
Its just sometimes hard navigating this world alone
Comments
AUTHORThank you Tim ! Kind words , very much appreciated. Spot on interpretation. Thank you once again
I enjoyed your poem. You described intense emotion with the skill of a surgeon, striving to make the pain better after the cut.
I love this transitional line:
"My heart sank, but yet it floats"
The narrator heart floats because she recognize that she will heal from this ordeal. In fact, the boy was a medication providing strength for the narrator because she confesses, her greatest sickness is loneliness, an affliction that we all have felt.
Great work.
Much respect and admiration,
Tim
