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i was once adored

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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




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