This feels less like poetry that wants to be neatly interpreted and more like a raw nervous system on the page, which is exactly why it lands. There’s no attempt to prettify the pain here, it just sits in the storm and lets the reader feel how helpless that kind of collapse can be. I think that honesty matters, especially when people are so quick to turn suffering into something palatable or polished. This doesn’t do that, it stays inside the fracture, and that makes it hit harder.
I wrote this when I was a teenager. I felt so many strong emotions during that time and I didn’t know how else to get those emotions out, that’s why I started writing poetry.
That's beautiful, and I'm glad you continued writing poetry because it truly shows that you have a special gift for it. Never abandon it. I think it's a wonderful part of who you are. ☺️
April, this is so good. You really captured that feeling of seeing the storm coming, but feeling frozen and unable to do anything except get through it. That line about waiting for the sun to come back, I think so many people will recognize that feeling. 💛
April, knowing this was written in 2010 gives the storm image added force, as if the poem still carries the exact pressure of that moment. The “frozen awareness” and the body refusing to move capture the terror of seeing danger approach while feeling unable to escape it. I appreciate how the ending reaches for strength without pretending the waiting is easy, holding onto the hope that the sun will return even while everything feels shattered. Grateful for the honesty and resilience in these words.
It’s weird when I read my old poems as a teenager. Most of them are very similar and rhyming, but some of them are a little bit different. Not sure what my mentality was on them. All of it was too long ago.
This feels less like poetry that wants to be neatly interpreted and more like a raw nervous system on the page, which is exactly why it lands. There’s no attempt to prettify the pain here, it just sits in the storm and lets the reader feel how helpless that kind of collapse can be. I think that honesty matters, especially when people are so quick to turn suffering into something palatable or polished. This doesn’t do that, it stays inside the fracture, and that makes it hit harder.
I wrote this when I was a teenager. I felt so many strong emotions during that time and I didn’t know how else to get those emotions out, that’s why I started writing poetry.
That's beautiful, and I'm glad you continued writing poetry because it truly shows that you have a special gift for it. Never abandon it. I think it's a wonderful part of who you are. ☺️
Thank you 😊 💗
April, this is so good. You really captured that feeling of seeing the storm coming, but feeling frozen and unable to do anything except get through it. That line about waiting for the sun to come back, I think so many people will recognize that feeling. 💛
Thank you. 💞
The fact that I was able to articulate that as a teenager still blows my mind. 🤯
April, knowing this was written in 2010 gives the storm image added force, as if the poem still carries the exact pressure of that moment. The “frozen awareness” and the body refusing to move capture the terror of seeing danger approach while feeling unable to escape it. I appreciate how the ending reaches for strength without pretending the waiting is easy, holding onto the hope that the sun will return even while everything feels shattered. Grateful for the honesty and resilience in these words.
It’s weird when I read my old poems as a teenager. Most of them are very similar and rhyming, but some of them are a little bit different. Not sure what my mentality was on them. All of it was too long ago.