This video is the prompt for the New World Creative Union's Wednesday Wake-Up Call
My Dear John
I feel empty,
a mannequin
painted with
a smile,
but has no heart.
When did I become cold?
Winter has stayed with me
when I should be celebrating spring.
You are there as constant
as the sun’s rising.
Your moments tick off
the same way each day.
“We” used to work.
Our dreams were
matching bookends.
I still feel your care, but I can’t respond.
Questions are piling up inside of me,
driving me to seek who I am.
I know it sounds cliché
to leave you a Dear John letter,
but there is no other way.
Walking away is taking all my courage.
I am too much of a coward to face you
and hear you tell me, “This wasn’t our plan.”
This hurts but so does the feeling
I am on a train desperate
to know its destination.
I don’t doubt you will be fine.
Your world will turn as it always does.
I just won’t be next to you
spinning out of control in mine.
Comments
I read your poem while listening to the sountrack and it really fit well!
Roger ☺
PS: Really liked this: "...Your world will turn as it always does.I just won’t be next to you spinning out of control in mine."
'My Dear John'. Sounds so personal to me; there'll be many a John attracted to the title of this poem :-). But I confess I never had a girlfriend, who left me because of a restless search for something she couldn't define; couldn't be doing with will-o'-the-wisps! And yet I think as poets, we are all in this sate, somehow..?
It is a lovely, achingly moving poem, Susie, and it fits the remit perfectly.
Amazing write!
WoW.
Peace
Siggi
A lot had to do with the start being two unprepared; almost a child bride and a child groom.
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-HA