Chronic Ache in the Soul of a Single Parent
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
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I think poetry is a lot like acting, and words are like the actors. Sometimes a haiku feels too forced.. like how a movie is badly acted, or written.. and we’re aware of it. In Haikus, the awareness is comparable to a reader having to count the syllables. This poem is so genuinely effortless! I didn’t have to stop to read the syllables. You’ve convinced me and I believe you. Your words were great, acting flawlessly.