Breaking Point



Waiting for that merciful blade
To cut the ties that bind
Though the heart refuses
A logical mind knows,
That the answer to the pain
Is to let go, move on
But a sinking ache
Gnaws away inside
A fragile, small voice
Whispers words of hope
I cannot bring myself
To cut the rope that hangs me
So I dangle like a fool
Hoping, wishing that finally
The weight of my burden
Enough to fray any fibre
Will be the tool I need
To set myself free.....



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-01-26 at 03:16

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Gretchen Hunter
I cannot bring myself to cut the rope that hangs me so I dangle like a fool...

Universality of this kind of pain
Tells me
I'm not alone

Thank you.
2010-01-27



This seems to be reflective time on poetbay,
a point in time when so much hangs in the balance.
There is an old saying: "it's time to fish or cut bait."
Hang on or let go, but in life letting go is temporary,
there is no way to let go, it always comes back to haunt.

Anyway, those are the thoughts your poem
brings to mind for me. Logical or not, we listen to our hearts.

Cheers,
jim
2010-01-26


Brian Oarr
The stereotype of Aussie girls is that they're tough as nails, but we know better, because you've seen fit to tell us so, Rachel.

Brian
2010-01-26