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DADDY LOVES YOU

SOMETiMES, iN THE CRACK OF DAWN
CREEDS AND MEMORiES ASSAULT ME
DEEP iNGRAiNED, FORLORN

LAiD SHADOWS ON MY SOUL
RESPONSiBiLiTY, i HAD TO BEAR THE LOAD
TO SHOW THE GREATNESS OF YOUR LOVE, YOUR GOAL

“iF i LOOSE YOU”, NOW AND THAN FORLORN
 “i'LL END MY LiFE.” AN ECHO OF YOUR WORDS
TEARDROPS, AS REFLECTiONS OF THE DAWN
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  2. leendadll

    Feel free not to answer, as it’s not really my business: Did this person follow through with the threat?

    The poem gives me mixed emotions about the SO from my past who died (self destruction via HIV and drug abuse).

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      Thank you, as always for responding.

      No he didn’t went through with it (he tried but in this occasion me wasn’t the reason to try) but it left me feeling responsible for his wellbeing at an truly young age (like up from around 5 years or so). In the end this left invisible scars I’m now working through.

      And yes, it is an heavy poem which is disturbing.

      1. leendadll

        I’m so sorry! That’s horrible under any circumstances, but infinitely moreso when you were at such a young age.

        What a lot to process. Were you always aware of the burden or did it suddenly pop up one day?

      2. wlknlr.wolkenleer

        I wasn’t aware. It came up as I work through my depression. I’m thankful that I have now the opportunity to deal with it. I started my writing in the dark days and I find it really helpful to acknowledge my feelings and emotions through the writing. Than, when they find their place in the blog I can let them go. Acceptance is so powerful.

      3. leendadll

        Amen to all of that!!!

        Although I wouldn’t wish my deepest bout depression on anyone, I love who I became as I worked through it. I hope you experience thexsame!!

    2. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      And I’m sorry for your loss and the circumstances.

  3. ben Alexander

    hi, Svenja 😃

    just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Jaideep Khanduja, is now live:

    W3 Prompt #144: Wea’ve Written Weekly

    Enjoy❣️

    Much love,
    David

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      Thanks! Looking forward to it!

  4. judeitakali

    a deep and captivating melancholy

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      Thank you for taking the time to read and responding.

  5. Violet Lentz

    I was so engrossed in your choice to use all lower-case i’s. I did so for years, in protest, saying ‚i will use uppercase letters when i figure out who I am.‘

    I felt a similar transference of lack of personhood in this piece. Am I wrong?

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      The use of the ‚i‘ started as a recognition factor and because I like the rythem it provides.
      Maybe you felt my actual process to make peace with where I came from, how it made me who I am and how I will go forward from now on.
      Thanks for responding and taking the time to read my piece.
      Svenja

  6. ben Alexander

    Svenja, this is such a poignant piece—intense and emotionally raw. I think the repetition of “forlorn” strengthens the depth of loss, and the reflection of tears as the dawn’s image feels almost like a finality…

    Much love,
    David

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      Thank you David. It is a quiet personal and emotionaly heavy piece. I find it hard to realise, that there are unintentionaly left burdens that needs to be acknowledged, otherwise the wounds they can’t heal.

      Again thank you for your insightful words.
      Svenja

  7. ✨Avinight✨

    Amazingly painful poem!

    1. wlknlr.wolkenleer

      Thank you. Yes, it is quiet painful. Also difficult to not let all memories be soured by this insight.