Poetry

Inevitable Tragedy

“It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me,
it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy
that may never come.”

It felt like filling up with helium and my heart was nothing but a balloon. But I waited for the burst. One, two, three seconds go by and nothing changes. It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me, it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy that may never come. That is where the pain resides. In doubts. In broken dreams. In the past that has taught us about heartbreak and loss.

© Sarah Doughty

Advertisements

19 thoughts on “Inevitable Tragedy”

  1. Nice way to write uncertainty! Yes, the not-knowing when it will turn on you and destroy your castle in Spain. So instead of just enjoying the landscape as happy tourists we find ourselves ever tilting at windmills.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.