I’ve been meaning for a while to start posting writing Works In Progress (WIPs) here. I’ve never done much poetry, but I was experimenting with it a little over the weekend and this piece is the result. Hope you enjoy.
Sucker Punch
they call it a sucker punch because it caught you off guard
you let yourself get suckered
into dropping your guard
and trusting
as if caring isn’t brave
but foolish
as if the smart way to go through life
is guarded
as if people doing stupid, selfish things
is surprising
as if the ideal state of the human heart
is hardened
calloused
impenetrable
sitting there
with the wind knocked out of you
nauseated
it’s hard not to feel
suckered
surprised
foolish.
catch your breath
you’ll be fine.
you offered peace
trust
grace
forgiveness
a chance for them to choose
to be better
different
surprising
and standing over you with their knuckles raw
you wonder who is the sucker?
the one who knows
she’s tough enough to take a low blow
without turning hard
brittle
and cold
or the one with the aching hands
and the bitter heart
who thinks betraying with a kiss
is more desirable than
a kiss?
Beautiful and very poignant! You’re Inspiring me to get back into poetry.
I like it. In this life you have to take hits to be something you want to be. If it means you have to be the sucker, then you have to also be able to take the emotional punch of betrayal. I read one of your articles from 2008, about how you have to be able to use criticism to become a better writer. As someone with avoidant personality disorder on the road to recovery, I learned recently that not many people are actually out to pull a sucker punch on you. One of the best things I’ve found that helps with social anxiety is writing poetry and then putting a first draft on somewhere where your going to cop a lot of flak.
So far I’ve even enjoyed some of the worst heart wrenching feelings.
Thanks for the comments, Alison & Matthew. I appreciate your stopping by.