Fourteen Lines

you misinterpret your existence
sitting amongst your disowned treasures
like the eye of the storm
you never cry without knowing why
you don’t know it’s hard to live
you stop breathing to
keep yourself alive
in this liquid window
that can’t hold anything in
you forget
who you never will be
you misinterpret your existence

~bw

This poem came from Fourteen Sad Lines. When I felt blocked, I went to that poem, and reworked it by trying to come up with an opposing piece line by line.

3 thoughts on “Fourteen Lines

  1. “you stop breathing to
    keep yourself alive”

    Such powerful lines. The perfect juxtaposition to illustrate that when a person gives up too much of herself or himselves in the name of living in a particular way, said person isn’t living at all. They might be smiling, but inside something is dying little by little…

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  2. “you misinterpret your existence
    sitting amongst your disowned treasures”

    “you don’t know it’s hard to live
    you stop breathing to
    keep yourself alive”

    Great post! I will be back to read more. 🙂

    -Renee Verona
    rarityofparadise.com

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