What is it about
a fight that unhinges me,
my fear adrift, loose?
I struggle to stay
present, and not retreat to
my old battered self,
the girl who'd hide in
a dark closet, shredding her
forearms, sharp with rage.
I stand tall, but my
insides crouch, defensively:
defiant, afraid.
Why do we attack
the soft targets, ribcage and
skull cap, hearts and guts?
Not castle or tank,
bunker or trench, I raise my
hands, but won't give in.
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Mad thanks to Jennifer and Christina for sponsoring Haiku Friday.
19 comments:
You raise the bar every time you participate in Haiku Friday, Kelly.
This was sad, and true, and moving.
that was a beautiful haiku!!
have a wonderful friday and a terrific weekend!
wow...your haikus are always so beautifully written...and this one is so powerful and moving. amazing, as always!
happy Friday!
Wow. Wow. This was haunting and certainly makes m 'ku look like the crap I know it is.
Thanks for sharing!
That was beautiful
Oh wow. Just wow. That was an excellent read. You have absolute talent!
Very moving, Kelly.
ditto.
I miss me a little Kelly on the other days, too.
Wow. Serious Wow. You are an amazing ku writer! I'm with Toni, mine is glorified crap! :)
Wow - amazing Haiku exploring deep feelings with genuine honesty that resonates deeply this morning. Thanks for sharing.
Hugs and blessings,
That was haunting, raw, and beautiful. Thank you.
What a fabulous job of expressing your emotions. Thank you for sharing them with us.
I agree with Slouching Mom. Your poetry is extraordinary.
Haunting haiku, kelly.
wow. that is really powerful stuff.
beautiful and wrenching, and a bit like a mirror to selves i have been.
What a wonderful series. I hope you kiss & make up. I think fighting destroys all of us a little
I realize I'm late on commenting on this post, but I just wanted to tell you that it was beautiful.
-andi
I'm so behind on my reading, but wanted to tell you how much I love this.
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