TRAITS; ERRORS - poem


My family and I are really going through it right now. It's difficult to talk about because it feels like the entire situation is so complex, so deeply rooted, that it is hard to climb out from under it and see the forest for the trees. When you have been part of something for literal decades, separation is needed before you can actually examine what has been happening, how you have contributed to it, etc.


I worry for my mother most. I am not a mother, but I am a woman, and I can see a pain resonating from inside her that no one can heal. It is upsetting to me; I have always been the type of person that wants to fix things (even if they are beyond my control.)


I'm over here healing and she's over there suffering. I just wish I knew the way to bridge the gap between us and help her see that what she is doing is the right thing.



Today's prompt: Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.


I chose "White Oleander" by Janet Fitch. I re-read this book every April. As you can see, it is well-loved.

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