I will continue to live.
To love is an option.
When life has torn your gut out
and swallowed it whole,
has taken your foundation
and crumpled it like newsleaf
from the date of your mother's death,
to love becomes an option.
take up the option...its worth it...even if it leads to heartbreak...love & regards
Ideas amended: am i allowed to use alcohol? inside my body: a shard of stained glass the family name missing one, missing, not a soul she doesn’t care for me now i was her experiment she injected herself into me
HI Goldy Locks - Love the name - love the heartache in your poem. I have sent you a suggestion for the next verse in a Message. I have scored you a TEN because despite this only being a deposit - I hope and pray that you will add some more verses with less angst and more hope - remember the progression Faith - Hope - Love. 'To love is an option'. We in the PH family love you and I trust you found the comments by my PH Brothers and Sisters helpful and healing. If its any consolation I have lost my Mum & Dad and two of my Brothers (one of whom was a twin) so I can empathise wih you. The hurt never goes away but it does diminish and love is a great healer. Love you in Poetry - JOHN X
Time always heals the frustration, Goldy! And time runs without an option?
pretty strong, as is. I'd prefer 'crumpled', but the mention of the particular date really brings it all home. And, yes, an option, not an obligation, never to be exercised lightly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And Time....which is Options ultimate Influence....Very nicely done, Sus...Moreso, tho', is your forum poem post which i found most impressive, clean, crisp & detail-capturing. F