Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Could Not Keep Up

Attempting to revive them 
I felt my nostrils fill 
With the bloodiness of their deaths

Determined I kept digging
My fingernails full of stench 
of her hopelessness and despondency

You are in there! I told her.
I remember you.
But the problem is, she didn’t.

No matter how much muck and grime
I extracted from her beliefs,
I could not keep up.

She was a maestro at 
generating self-deprecating 
beliefs that kept her dendrite highway full of self-loathing

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Harpreet Kaur November 28, 2020 at 5:21 PM Very evocative! You need to be a greater maestro than her to be able to keep up. Revival takes immense strength! Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2020 at 7:38 PM It sure does!

Jennifer Proxenos November 28, 2020 at 11:10 AM It is sad when someone has no self worth, but this situation normally comes from labeling, even some parents can cause children to feel worthless and say they are stupid and bad, if they keep telling them this, the children begin to believe it and repeat it. Really cruel ! I like this poem very much, great write. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2020 at 7:38 PM It is such a disservice to your children, I made sure to never say that to mine.

Kim Rodrigues November 27, 2020 at 9:32 PM Your words say this well...so sad. Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2020 at 2:17 AM Kim, if I had a nickel for every sad child I have seen who could not stop saying mean things about themselves - some as young as five-years-old, I would be a rich woman. I would rather be poor.