Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest poetry category.
They walked long and sinuous paths Alone on the roads, away from the past Shoulder to lean on at the inn
A hand to hold tight in the cold The resting place of a heart at last
The thing binds them together Ever intertwined into each other’s lures
Echoes resounding from the loud failures Shivers trailing behind the last lover
The thing keeps them alive
The thing, consuming and unruly Old disease mankind refuses to heal from
And times to come
There will be to it no end, truly.
Reflection: I wrote this poem about the bond of love uniting two people. The poem is my attempt to show how two people in love can sometimes feel like in a bubble, even when surrounded by the world. Love can be a shield from the past and from external criticism. Love is that thing that no one can succinctly describe which holds different meanings to different people. I am comparing love to a disease but one that the people afflicted of might not want to heal from.
