Such a beautiful piece. We often straddle this razor thin line between normality and collapse. This poem captures the emotions so vividly.
"the choice to leave rooms intact and hollow, to let the structure stand while everything inside corrodes..."
Such a powerful line in this stanza, and one that rings true for so many. I read this as an unwillingness to change. To live in emptiness or misery for the sake of appearances. If only we were willing to bend like the doors in your old house.
Campbell, your poem captures the quiet strength we carry in life’s most pressing moments. It reminds us that endurance often goes unseen, yet it shapes who we are and how we withstand the pressures around us. Your words make the invisible resilience of daily life deeply tangible. Every moment of stillness holds weight, and every choice to persevere builds the foundation of our being. Reading this, one truly feels the subtle power of patience and inner fortitude.
I just wrote a piece speaking to that which remains as load-bearing. It is field notes from an archaeologist at the Helix Preservation Authority, Post-Terraformian Neurostratigraphy, Neuro-Archaeological Survey Division
Morning Laurie, Nothing breaks, but everything remembers.I can almost feel the rooms holding their breath.
Good morning, I wish you a wonderful week ahead. 🤍
i am really diggin this one
Thank you for commenting, have a wonderful day. 🙏🤍
you as well!
This was beautiful L.O. :)
"They memorise footfall as scars"....I like that
Great work and very thought provoking.
Such a beautiful piece. We often straddle this razor thin line between normality and collapse. This poem captures the emotions so vividly.
"the choice to leave rooms intact and hollow, to let the structure stand while everything inside corrodes..."
Such a powerful line in this stanza, and one that rings true for so many. I read this as an unwillingness to change. To live in emptiness or misery for the sake of appearances. If only we were willing to bend like the doors in your old house.
Thank you for sharing!
Campbell, your poem captures the quiet strength we carry in life’s most pressing moments. It reminds us that endurance often goes unseen, yet it shapes who we are and how we withstand the pressures around us. Your words make the invisible resilience of daily life deeply tangible. Every moment of stillness holds weight, and every choice to persevere builds the foundation of our being. Reading this, one truly feels the subtle power of patience and inner fortitude.
Were we siblings?
I just wrote a piece speaking to that which remains as load-bearing. It is field notes from an archaeologist at the Helix Preservation Authority, Post-Terraformian Neurostratigraphy, Neuro-Archaeological Survey Division
This is painful, and although achingly beautiful it has an oozing decrepit vibe that seeps inside the reader and settles.
This work will stay with me
This echoes painfully with my experience
This was so vivid! Everything leaves a mark. So painfully beautiful. 🤍
The comparison is so gentle it’s hard to see, the lines blend my thoughts together and allow me to see both things at once in all the senses.
Absolutely spectacular
“Some silences are beams.” Yeah, that one sat in my chest. The floors bowing and still holding… ugh. Quiet that tightens its grip, exactly.
Amazing poem!