Strong-Arm

Jennifer Lyn Bartlett
2 min readOct 8, 2019

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Three Goats Moving Pictures

These clouds move swiftly with ease

And I feel them reflecting

The internal horizontal shift moving

In the marrow of our relationship

An energy twisting our insides

Into chain links but broken

And missing connection

Have you ever seen a tear through a fence

As if a beast of a creature was so frightened,

It just blasted through the metal braids

Bending them back into curled steel lips?

That’s how my heart felt the minute you decided

That forgiving me wasn’t worth it

But I understand that my feelings are not

Your responsibility

The same exact way that your disease was not

Something I was equipped to carry

Because what I didn’t have the courage

To tell you was that same ailment

That you were navigating

Was the same sickness that I was personally

Terrified of unveiling

I was sick too but I was afraid to explain that to you

Horrified at the thought of feeding each other’s disease

Because sometimes, I know that friendships bond

Over open wounds and broken promises

And I knew that I couldn’t save you

But I was conscious enough to know

That if we carried on between those walls any longer

I would be nothing more for you than your enabler

As soon as I noticed the twists and turns

Of our destructive patterns

I found a way to quiet my demons for just one moment

If only to ruthlessly break your heart

And though it was known that hurting you was going to

Wreck the two of us with shame, I knew

That a strong-arm was

The only way that I understood how to love you

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Jennifer Lyn Bartlett
Jennifer Lyn Bartlett

Written by Jennifer Lyn Bartlett

Musings & poetry with an emphasis on relationships, vulnerability, mental health and my journey as a multi-passionate creative.

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