Re-discovering Dignity by: Karee Nour

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Re-discovering Dignity
 
It began with a poem, so I find it ironic that its how our love ends.
For so many years, words have been my closest friends.
Their flowetry teaches and guides me in what I should do,
So I turn to them once more to be guided from you.
 
I told you I missed you and that I loved you as well,
But I don't really think you were prepared for this wealth.
Love is not perfect. We both have mistakes that we've made.
So who are you to reject the repentance I gave?
 
We both felt the hurt, but you cared only for self.
You never once acknowledged the hand I was dealt.
I humbled myself and crawled on knees to you
Begging and promising before God I'd be true.
 
I suffered my dignity and lost my identity too.
Rejected the first time, I returned for round two.
How many times did you turn me away?
But you were mad that the game made me too tired to play.
 
Finally my heart had occasion to see…
I had a spiritual and emotional epiphany.
I looked deep into the eyes of a soul ever so jaded.
The glowing memories of love now seem forsaken and faded.
So I will take a step back to see what this is about.
And will give you some time to just sit there and pout.
 
After all that rejection, you should be the first to approach,
Without hesitance or fear that you will encroach.
So I sit here and wait these days just for you.
Waiting to see what it is you will do. All this time, I am like a caged bird.
And as days pass I receive nary a word.
 
I resign myself to the fact that it was all just a game,
Even if you’re still giving me all the blame.
I'll accept it once more because that's what I do.
And on some small level, maybe it is true.
 
But I won't continue to torture myself for what I did
I must be a good example for my little kid.
I want her to see that she is worthy, independent, and free.
And she should never get down before a man on her knees.
So, I'll do all the things that I want her to do
And to myself I will love and always be true.
I hope that from all of the qualities she remembers of me
She’ll remember most that I carried myself with respect and dignity.

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Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me.
Language: 
English
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catlover12de's picture

Welcome.

 First of all, welcome to the poems & prose family. We are glad to have you on the site. Second, the poem was absolutely wonderful. I really liked the last stanza of the poem. Great job.

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amartya's picture

Dear Karee

Welcome to the Poems & Prose family of friends, again!

I simply LOVED your poem and have tons to comment on it, mostly in the approval of your thoughts. Thank you for selecting "I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back". Very few poets have the audacity to do so specially for a personal write such as yours.

There are some where the form plays a second fiddle to the content and this poem is one of them. This does not mean that the way you wrote the poem is bad. It only means that it's too irrelevant to be commented on. 

I have always maintained and experienced that in loved there is finally just one winner - he or she who stands his/her ground. The romanticism of love disappears after some time (as it should be) and practicality sets in. The one who realizes it before stands to the the winner. Dignity is more important than anything else because love and many more are lost is it's lost.

Parents are ideals for kids. They learn how to face the world from them. It therefore becomes necessary for one in custody to set the right examples.

I'm so happy you discussed the aforesaid points in your poem with a lot of grace.

Respectfully,
Amartya Ray

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karee13's picture

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thank you so much for your comments. You really elaborated on your thoughts and feelings about my expression. Thank you for that. I look forward to getting to know your work too.

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can i call it a multilayered

can i call it a multilayered poem? there so much of thought in there i had to reread it thrice . nicely written

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