making it harder for light to travel through my body,
making it more difficult for me to choose radiance.
I had the choice to never let anyone else close to my heart.
But then there was you and I wanted you to see it so bad
I laid down my sword and shield and let you in.
You made your way inside me
like a bull in a china shop.
making it more difficult for me to choose radiance.
I had the choice to never let anyone else close to my heart.
But then there was you and I wanted you to see it so bad
I laid down my sword and shield and let you in.
You made your way inside me
like a bull in a china shop.
Love can happen anytime!
ReplyDeleteAchingly fine. I'll bet there are lovers out there who feel like their hearts over time have become a tale of the running of the bulls. And are, um, improved for it ... The equivalence of crystal in the kidney and bull in a china shop is a great take on difficult intimacy.
ReplyDeleteA rather uncomfortable last line? :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely first stanza especially.
DeleteThis is heartrending.
ReplyDeleteit is important to put the sword and shield down
ReplyDeleteHow difficult are the choices we face when self-preservation may equal loneliness and the gift of self may end in heartbreak.
ReplyDeleteI think the image of tears forming crystals in the kidney is so original - amazing idea to express the build up of sorrow on the inside.
So much pain, so much beauty!
ReplyDeleteOooh the image of the tears as crystals and the bull in a china shop is heartbreaking. Great write.
ReplyDeleteThis works brilliantly. Could we have anticipated this fragile beauty and clumsy beast story?
ReplyDeletethe inner turmoil is presented beautifully..
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore this Kenia!! Wonderfully written and true to the ways of the heart.
ReplyDeletegosh, tears building up in the kidneys! what a novel (and painful) expression.
ReplyDeleteI know the sad truth of this poem, Kenia.....but keep polishing up that radiance. One day someone worthy of appreciating it will arrive!
ReplyDeleteTo let down the shield once again.. and for yet another bull in a china shop... you describe this so well
ReplyDeleteReally interesting that your poem begins with such an original image and ends with a cliche, and yet love can be like that sometimes -- coming in like a hurricane (or a wild beast), like all the lines of all the love songs. And the cliche here becomes the hero! Very nicely done.
ReplyDeletethe finality of the last line, the common baseness of it, and the pen's luminous beginning. powerful and raw and inevitable ~
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