Yes, we get blasé and dismissive on this site – <br />reading in the reams of Poemhunter posts <br />‘yet another poem of teenage angst’, <br />we say, scanning the raw wounds <br />too rough for poetry – but what else <br />will ease the pain? <br /> <br />‘I thought we loved each other for ever – <br />how could you do this to me? …’ <br /> <br />we nod our older heads, remembering <br />just slightly, as if it doesn’t really matter now, <br />how it was for us… <br /> <br />but then, who writes of happiness, <br />when happiness seems eternal, hope untested, <br />and life is to be lived? <br /> <br />that first heartbreak … it seems <br />there has to be a first one; <br />a worst one; and only poetry <br />can begin to salve the wound.. <br />at least you’ve got your poetry.. <br /> <br />yes, reams of poems, and all much the same – <br />but this time, it’s from someone that I know, <br />and that – that really hurts.. it’s almost worse <br />than if it happened to me myself – in that <br />there’s nothing I can say, that’s not been said <br />a million times.. and a million times, she's said <br />‘You just don’t understand…’ and of course, she’s right – <br />it’s the first time in the world, her world, <br />that this has ever happened… <br /> <br />I’ll say nothing more than what I’ve said; <br />than what your parents and your sisters say; for, <br />how can time heal, when there’s no time for time? <br /> <br />(and how could I dare to voice to you the thought – <br />your poetry will deepen when your heartbreak heals? ...)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-god-daughter-on-her-sad-poem/
