The Gift

Happy National Poetry Month! In honor of the beginning of this month, here’s an excerpt from one of the poems I’m currently working on:

She had the gift
of falling in love

with men who were collectors.

Collecting pieces of her heart-
a heart that was already broken-
like little bits of string.

She never knew how to snatch
those pieces of her heart back

when she saw the pieces weren’t
what those men were looking for
or what they felt they needed.

So she decided to become a collector
too. Only she’d never developed an eye

for spotting the genuine &
so she collected I love yous
like I.O.U.s

Many years’ worth of promised
declarations rested

in a place she learned to forget
Why did I ever believe, she lamented

that love would eventually appear and
the collectors would become men to be trusted?

My own mother seemed incapable of
grinding love into bite-sized pieces for me.

And my dad, while he knew all about love
it’s what took him away from me.

He said love tried to suffocate him and
he had to leave so he’d be able to breathe.

Peace & Love,


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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