pain is fluttering in the snow
winter, weary wings
slightly transparent
faded and fragile
a honeybee begging for flowers
crawling, sliding on ice
slipping sideways
kicking its feet in a furious fight
for freedom
pain is sort of
dithering
in the air
nearly here, not quite there
i can almost see it
almost feel the warmth
of the light
reflected splashes of sun
melting the snow
changing everything
i used to know
and despite it all
every survival instinct
i reach for it
plead for it
i try to clasp it in my hands
when i catch it
the flutter of wings
against my closed palms
it reminds me, i have
no right to keep captive
a life
even if it is mine
even if the pain
is mine
i have no right
to keep it in my hands
pain is fluttering
around my face
brushing soft wings
against my pink cheeks
and i smile
i know
it is still worthwhile
i hold out a finger
and it perches
a place for us both to exist
i am important
i will be missed.
12:56pm - 07/11/25 - in the staff room.
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: we cannot hold our pain forever
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Such beautiful and vivid imagery, a very nice write lunar✨
thank you my love it’s great to see you here
Only by your demand 😂
A strong argument for the sanctity of life and against suicide. Well written in poetic form.
thank you!
You are most welcome
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