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You Have Chosen

“But I will rise and I will sing, Until the day I can't conceal it, Because I hold the saddest song, I wish to god you cannot feel it” Kate Rusby – Bitter Boy You have chosen to be silent And I to speak Though in this voice of conflicted tunes, How could one turn to rest and resolve? There is no relief here, In these arms I have held you To help you face your qualms Here I am, no nomad, Here I am, no coward! I will not flee from my flaws I shall tune them to my loving I shall hold each wrong to the light I speak, I speak How weak I am to still yet speak To your distilled air of vanity, Distilled air, threadbare! You gave me absolutely nothing to hold And yet I still held you! I chose to shed light to my despair As you crawled into the crevices As all of you disappeared You knew nothing of my worth Of my voice, my poetry, of my passions You knew nothing that wasn’t your gain You don’t know the half of who I am And who I am meant to be You have chosen to be silent And I to speak Though in this voice of conflicted tunes, How could one turn to rest and resolve?

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Date: 12/30/2017 6:57:00 AM
Hello Laura, Very powerfully written!! Looks like you're exorcising some ghosts here with your verse. Sometimes it does help to write about these challenges and to contemplate a bit. Dealing with other people, at times, can be difficult. Excellent Verse Laura!! Cheers and Best, Gary
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Date: 12/20/2017 3:03:00 PM
Wow....what a powerful write Laura. People give and give and give of themselves so unselfishly and so often are simply used by those they seek to help. What a wonderful job of writing this is.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/22/2017 5:25:00 AM
Thanks very much, Michael, for your kind words. <3~Laura
Date: 12/20/2017 7:52:00 AM
Very strong write Laura. The sadness of being taken for granted when all you want is to be seen and to share with someone you care for is a deeply painful experience. It leaves you wondering why you've wasted your time, while, at the same time, waiting for that light to finally flicker inside their heads and illuminate who you really are to them.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/22/2017 5:32:00 AM
Loving your wisdom and input James..always a treat both reading your poems and receiving your kind comments. So encouraging. Whenever I grow a little more in life, when I go through a trial...and Ive been through some heavy stuff this year... I feel the need to write a poem. It's fulfilling, it's healing for me. Thanks again, glad you can find the strength in it. <3~Laura

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