vulnerability takes a back seat

stream of consciousness

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and then it came out of a way to see the things about what was suspected. unannounced feelings withdrawn as the tide came around the bend slipping out of seashells. without permission. I could not grasp how the gasp made the sense it did. not to me. only then was I aware of how detrimental everything was.

the language and cadence leaving us dead in the water. no currents could be accounted for when that kind of drop hit the fall. a gruesome ending to months of impediment. over a year at that point. stunned to be taken out of the realm of routine assurances. lightning bolts smashing connections lost in shock.

a sound could not hear itself. despite hurried volume. pounding hearts and heads longing for recognition. acknowledgement. something to feel realized and not heavily misunderstood. ouch was the aftermath of disappearance and disapproval. solid traps in aggravated misuse. time was a torrent of aggravation.

a culmination of confusion as disrespect grew inside spider webs. caught in tangles of ailing care. love. never to be received as marrow carves its shape. a wonder of spirits mangled against forever dreams. best to leave the side of discordance out of view. crumbling traffic blowing horns cemented in fused assaults.

the verbal game, never to win its match. one shot beats the other over voices strutting strength. competition. leverage. having the upper hand. finally. vulnerability takes a back seat to its long-lost habitual reputation. gone are the days of suffering stamina. breaths can be taken, lives lived. the umbilical cord released from its painful tug.

This poem has been published in The Crooked Circle. Thank you

Thomas James

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