My Soul and Safety: A Poem

Boyce Avenue

I was listening to the song “When the Lights Die by Boyce Avenue today and was inspired to write this poem.

This is christyb, sending hugs to my poetic friends!

My Soul and Safety

When you left me
My soul had a hole,
Open as a window without fresh air
And thoughts that smelled of mold and discomfort.

No matter how much I itched at my arms
You never held them again
Or took my side,
Instead turning to someone else,
Without making sure I was safe from the nightmares
And ghosts of our good times together.

I once thought you were stronger than me
But now I stand in a room full of mirrors
And light
And I see myself at all angles –

I am starting to like what I see
And I do not see you here.

©2013 Christy Birmingham

“When The Lights Die” by Boyce Avenue

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43 thoughts on “My Soul and Safety: A Poem

  1. jeff fedor

    Inspiring poem of struggle and triumph over pain and hurt.I leave you now with a inspiring quote.“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
    But you are the eternity and you are the mirror.”
    —–Khalil Gibran

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  2. Aquileana

    Wow, what a great poem, Christy…

    I have found that the beginning has some extensive affinities with the last stanza of your other poem ” I Stand Here”.

    Specifically keeping in mind these verses:

    ►”When you left me/ My soul had a hole/ Open as a window without fresh air”
    Ibd. “My Soul and Safety”. First Stanza. )

    ►”I stand alive/ Healthy and complete as/ My branches extend into fresh air around me”.
    (Ibd. “I Stand Here”. Last Stanza)

    As we compare this two poems through these verses, we can see the Self-Overcoming at the same time that “the window opens and fresh air come into the room”…

    Moreover; I truly enjoy the use of perspective here, which somehow allows changes to happen.

    What do I mean here?…

    ►Perspective is present in the poem as you mention how you see yourself at all angles at that room full of mirrors.

    ►Prospective changes in the sense that all those challenging mirrors give you in return a reflection of “you”, prescinding from “him”…

    Yes, we have already talked once about perspective and how the way you look at things changes your own reality (the rose or the thorns, at the end it´s our choice)..

    Much love;

    Aquileana 🙂

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Oh dear friend, what a compliment to read you comparing two of my poems. I am flattered! Your intelligence shines through your revelations here and we exhale with the ‘fresh air’ around us.

      I wish you a wonderful evening, my wonderful GalPal ❤
      xxoo

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