Tired Sparring Poem by Amanda Marie Swiatek
Tired Sparring
When he found me I felt warm inside, I felt safe
I knew he wanted to help
but didn't know how
His eyes felt sorry for me
I wanted him
I wanted him to wrap his arms around me, and take me back to a time when I knew who I was
I longed for him
He started to reach for me
My stomach started to ache as I rested my head on the chest of my opponent
At that moment
all I heard was silence
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4/24/2024 4:07:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful and tender sentiments of someone learning to trust, yet not quite ready to reach out. Seeing the one who wants to help, yet feeling they're an opponent, leaning on them, hearing only the silence because trust has not yet developed between them. This is what came through to me as I read your poem. Am I anywhere near close in my thoughts? In any case this is a really good poem, honest and raw emotion. Give it 10 - 10's if I could. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn