Disintegration of the Self

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(G. Colbert.  Ashes and Snow)

Nothing good

can come of it.

They appeal that

somehow,

one becomes

stronger

for all one has

had to endure,

as if,

in the end,

it was all worth it,

becoming broken.

Fly me out on

deathbed wings.

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15 thoughts on “Disintegration of the Self

  1. Sometimes those euphemisms are not very helpful, it seems. Like the one “What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger’ which seems to say that out of the pain will come something good. And so true, as your poem states, that sometimes one wonders in the end if it WAS worth it….or not. A strong write.

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  2. Power in your poetry, and emotion too. The last lines speak of the torture to live and the anguish to die hoping that taking leave will feel like flying up to a higher place or peace, joy or at least protection. Well crafted.

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  3. I’m not so sure about what we endure makes us stronger. We see all around us people suffering atrocities for which this is not true at all. We need to think for ourselves as to whether or not something is hurtful or helpful to us. That’s where our strength lies…in making our own decisions about ourselves. Powerfully emotional.

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  4. There are different kinds of broken..
    and different ways of never
    being put together..
    particularly
    in social
    abuse..
    either young
    and with parents
    or older with
    peers and
    significant
    others..
    but there
    is hope..
    when there
    is no hope..
    as long
    as heart
    beats..
    feling
    or not..
    from my experience
    in life worse than
    death..
    i have
    to say
    miracles
    ARE
    POSSIBLE
    no matter
    what
    ‘they’
    say..
    but no.. when one is dead inside
    there are no platitudes of saving..
    wait
    is in
    healing..
    just wait..
    but it never
    ends when
    one is
    theRe
    DEAD
    now..:)

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  5. I read a beautiful passage about that not so long ago – the mistaken belief that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But it shatter the core of your being, it causes hundreds of invisible little stress points…
    Your two closing lines are really good – a sort of ‘get out here’ waving this erroneous belief goodbye.

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  6. This poem hits on a truth. Sometimes the well meaning comments dont really help. Sometimes, they only serve to keep us where we are, as if there is some kind of glory or perfection in martyrdom. Do what you need to survive. That in itselft is strength.

    A lot of meaning and emotion in such few words.

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