Each Delicate Cut

oh how I endeavored
to catch
your heart in my hand
but
it was like
wrapping my fingers
around
burning blades of grass
turned to ash
right in my palm
I mourned
what I never could capture
sooty trails
crept down my cheeks
I beheld
my sliced fingertips
floating
before my dust-filled eyes
each cut
a precious reminder
a gift, really
of that which I
was not able
to secure for my own

(your heart is too precious to cage)


tara caribou | ©️2019

16 thoughts on “Each Delicate Cut

  1. This contains a beauty and a sadness mixed with longing that is undeniable. I could feel every bit of it. You’re on a roll with the whole “cuts” imagery too.

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    1. Thanks. I actually wrote this weeks ago and I realized last night I hadn’t scheduled anything for today. It wasn’t until after it posted that I realized I had two in a row with the somewhat similar theme. It bothers me but not enough to pull one down.

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