i was once adored
Updated: Jan 21

you turned me into a blade:
quick to draw blood,
albeit on paper.
i was once adored
this form stripped of flesh
and given to,
my body transformed
into something higher than,
yet of the earth,
like the skies.
i was once adored
and quite abandoned,
told i was loved
then discarded,
emotionally invested
and mentally retarded.
only a girl would take the lies
you swore were true
and believe them.
As I was going through the My Documents folder on my PC, waiting for inspiration to strike (I missed my blog 2 weeks in a row), I saw this piece. Written in 2009, it is my attempt to write a break-up poem from the female perspective. I know my own voice, directed inwards, is a cruel one. I therefore assumed a woman's inner critic would be equally self-loathing, perhaps especially after a relationship has ended. It should be noted that while I wrote this in (what I thought of as) a female voice, it is surely still what I would think to myself after a break-up. There are two possible conclusions to draw: 1) I do not know women at all, or, 2) I am not very good at finding another voice. Both are valid.

Joshua Wiebe