The Girl Who Stayed Inside. Comments

We accept the love we think we deserve. I was involved with a girl some years ago that was trying constantly to convince me that I was good enough for her. I had put her on an unreachable pedestal that I'd never allow myself to ascend to. This poem reminds me of that time in my life. That girls wish for me to see my own value, and my own unwillingness to accept it. Incredible write Leah

I'm not trying to be profound, in fact what follows is a cliche but no matter, it's a response to the zig-zag tumble of emotions in this poem: The very ls last line is I've found myself in love - Isn't that what you've wanted to say for a long time? And poem after poem has come close to that assertion only to pull back and settle into a watch-and-wait stance. But in this poem that assertion flows so naturally and completely from the text of THIS POEM I just have to say (and I don't know if it's my place to say this but I will!) Trust what this poem says to you. It's your deepest self that wrote that last line. My only qualification to say this to you is that I have been for several years a thorough reader of your poems. I read the colors of your poems, I traveled through their shadows and bursts of light, I've witnessed your imagination wrestle with contradictions and exult with victories, and here and now your imagination gives a still point, a totality, a vision. The rest is silence.

wow, a sexy, scary roller coaster of lusty love drowning in fear that was! A+++

Powerful. Insightful. Not quite giving up! Though the original true love has become detached from the beloved into a demand for justice. So subtly expressed. Her friends will say the 'infamous he' did not deserve the 'famous she, ' that he could never in this lifetime comprehend her potential greatness. And I'll bet those friends are correct. Even higher stakes than that - I look back on similar failures in my own life and, for this same reason, regard them now as a narrow escape.