How Much Longer -poem

How much longer can one bear the hurt
of broken hope and a curtailed dream?

How much longer?
I already don’t know.

How much longer can one smile,
over a bruised and wounded heart?

How much longer?
I already don’t know.

The pain is too harrowing to feel.

I am numbed.

I don’t know.

 

Written for: What do you see?  Tuesday – Nov/13/2018 –

This week’s prompt:

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Published by michnavs

Philippine-born Michelle Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia. Michelle authored the book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars” for PWW during their Million Stars campaign. Graduated with a Master of Education majoring in English in the Philippines, Michelle was a former college professor, teaching literature, speech & oral communication, creative writing, drama and theatre arts. Michelle is active in her writing profession and works as freelance creative writer. Michelle passionately blogs at www.michnavs.wordpress.com, where you can find her prose and poetry on love, life, motherhood and her advocacy on abuse and violence.

53 thoughts on “How Much Longer -poem

  1. such a sad poem Mich, of not knowing answers to these so important questions, questions that really break a heart. you describe her posture so well, in the photo she seems to be seeking the answers to all the problems humanity needs to find a way of solving to attain a nirvana. deep and stirring poem, so well done

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      1. Thank you Gina…the long train ride is helping me juice out my creative mind and blend it well into my heart…thus creating a perfect blend of smoothie enough to quench the soul of those who reads it.

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  2. How much Longer? Your poem expressed the grief in all of us. The great loss of mother nature as well. It is so well written. How much longer? We never know. whenever we think we have surpassed it something triggers it all back. A great loss, sadness heals in different degrees. thank you, Mitch, for writing all this love within your poem.

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  3. Too often the few who cannot see eye to eye with our own views makes us question our own happiness – We need to gift ourselves credit, hope and love for that which we do accomplish.

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  4. Reading this through the lens of my experience. The question goes to the acceptance or rejection of defeat and thus to accepting pain and moving forward or reacting to pain and becoming immobilized (as the rooted tree). Well done!

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