I changed the last word of this poem at least 6 times, and with each revision, I found new meaning inside my own lines. I implore you to take away your own interpretation. Sure, I wrote the poem, but the meaning is not absolute. What it means to you is just as significant as the reason I wrote it. I write poetry for me, but you read it for you. We’re equals in this process.
8 thoughts on “Too Much”
I like the poem, but even more, I love your attitude towards your work as a collaboration between writer and reader.
Thank you! Believe me, I so appreciate you all!!
Understanding pain does not mean I can feel it, so your words become pregnant with your pain alone while I am able to see the beauty of your creation.
Wow, that’s a poignant way of looking at it! Thank you so much.
I understand the negative space of numbness. Before I decided to confront my pain, it was horrendous insomnia. I pushed so many thoughts away from my heart that my head strained with the sheer weight of that mysterious black box. I love your observation about poetry being interpreted by both writer and reader. No absolutes.
It’s amazing how much we can endure and still be here to tell the tale. I’m glad it sounds like you’ve found some peace with your pain. One day at a time 🙂
Completely agree with your philosophy of writing. Others’ interpretations can add so many new dimensions to a piece.