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The Weight She Bore

There was a version of me
Born of heartbreak
And adversity—

Hyper-independent,
Courageous,
With nerves of steel.

She stood guard
At the threshold of my heart
And carried the weight of memory
So I could rest.

She wanted to come with me,
But the road ahead required silence,
Hands empty
Of old maps.

“I can’t take you with me,” I said,
Tears in my eyes.
“You were brave for me,
But I must walk this path alone.”

I let her go—
With love,
With gratitude,
For the years she held me
Through the night.

Now I take my first step alone,
Barefoot on the pavement,
Carrying only the pulse
Of what I’ve yet to become—

And the echo of her voice,
Reminding me
I’m brave, too.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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neopoet

1 month ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores the theme of personal transformation by personifying a former self as a protective figure who must be released for growth to occur. The structure is spare and deliberate, using short lines and stanzas to create a sense of emotional clarity and restraint. The narrative arc is clear: the speaker acknowledges the necessity of a hardened, resilient self during difficult times, then consciously chooses to move forward without that persona.

The poem’s language is direct, favoring plainspoken diction over ornamentation. This approach suits the subject matter, emphasizing sincerity and vulnerability. The metaphor of the “weight” and the “old maps” effectively conveys the burden of past coping mechanisms and the need to relinquish them. The image of standing “barefoot on the pavement” is evocative, suggesting both exposure and authenticity in the face of the unknown.

The personification of the former self as a guardian is a compelling device, though the poem could benefit from more concrete imagery to ground the abstraction. For example, the “threshold of my heart” and “carried the weight of memory” are emotionally resonant but somewhat generalized; more specific sensory details could deepen the reader’s engagement.

The poem’s emotional arc is well-paced, moving from acknowledgment to farewell, and finally to tentative hope. The final lines, referencing the “pulse / Of what I’ve yet to become” and “the echo of her voice,” effectively capture the lingering influence of the past while signaling forward movement.

Consider experimenting with line breaks and stanza structure to further enhance emphasis and rhythm. Additionally, exploring moments where the protective self’s presence was most keenly felt—in concrete terms—could add depth and specificity.

Overall, the poem demonstrates a thoughtful engagement with the complexities of selfhood and change, using clear language and a strong narrative throughline. Further development of imagery and specificity may strengthen its emotional impact.

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Lavender

Lavender

1 month ago

The Weight She Bore

Hello, BlueSkies,

"Hands empty of old maps."  The only way to move ahead.  What great poetry.

Thank you!

L