Equally Separated:

I spin the gold ring around my finger
Far braver than I should be
Once, twice, clockwise again
I wait to feel the dull pain
It starts slow and builds
Echoes inside me 
throbs to remind me of my sanity

The fog rolls in
Thick and thin; equally disconnected
Rights divided up like children of brutal divorces
Two Christmas’s each year
Times sixteen, the pain begins weigh

Pills crushed by her razor blade
Light but heavy; equally separated
Divided straight down the middle
A childhood wasted away,
Step-something’s to appease

Black sheep of the family
Left out, unable to fit in
They say, make sure to learn
How to play the game at a young age
For it doesn't much matter when you’re old

When asked why she continues
She says she's got nothing better to do
Which is true I suppose
But when it comes down to it
I think she's scared

Scared that no one will care
They'll keep playing
Her stepmother will cry but only for the photographs
Her father won't sleep, but he never has
They'll keep playing

She'll keep waiting
For one of them to quit
for it to be okay again
longing secretly for them not to be
always equally separated


  1. Beautifully written, with excellent use of imagery. :-)

  2. what a lovely poem

    do check out my F at GAC a-z

    1. Thanks for stopping by, I will defiantly check yours out.


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