It Ain'T Easy Poem by Nika McGuin

It Ain'T Easy

Rating: 2.8


Objectively it may seem,
like the path to freedom and joy
instead, it resembles a dreadfully bad dream
days of incessant flood and melancholy
before at last, rainbows above loom

Alas, divorce is
that cold kind of silence
where common dialogue
becomes awkward and guilt-ridden

And when looking at one another
reveals such misery laden eyes
from which tears have lead paths
well-trodden, down each somber cheek

Its when staying
means crying
and when leaving
means crying
when your relationship, is past saving
when its dead, no longer dying
and if I said it was easy, I'd be lying

Everything you've built together
becomes the representation of failure
all that lingers are hopeless memories
but they too, are carried away in the downpour
traveling down watery paths, in separate directions,
never again to intersect

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 01 May 2014

This is a remarkably thorough look at the moral effects of divorce on the parties involved, and to some extent the people in their orbit. I love the passage in which you show grief is inevitable, whether the couple stay together or separate there will by crying. The closing lines articulate the true dimensions of loss caused by divorce - How can two people who shared joys, conversations, everyday life, vacations, etc. sever their ties and NEVER AGAIN see each other? Indirectly, your poem suggests a good marriage is a huge blessing!

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It aint easy and will never be so ever Finding true love and in it joy and cover 'cause we tend to look in wrong directions and make the same mistakes Despite too many falls the same path that has seen too many heart breaks...... We are complete (at least God made us so) in every respect and yet we are beggars for love in this world knowing well that much is at stake and too little to taste. By the time realization kicks in, the years would have rolled by and sunset would be near. Very good write and keep on at it.

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James Mclain 15 February 2014

Such a subjective perspective of when one never knew what he had....iip

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