Raw Earth Ink
Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently
may sleep come soon
in this great dark chasm of emptiness
together, alone
dimly aware of the spaces between us
whispers become braying
an ass with that same old song
I wish I could say: this too shall pass
instead I join in, a melody of my own
same lips though
even in the joining, I despise myself
my weakness
my neediness
my
loneliness
the chasm widens
but instead of peace
my scratchy eyelids widen
still wide awake
still
alone
same ass’s song
different night
and I keep laying on “my side”
though
utterly pointless
in my restless daze
my arm, of its own purpose,
snakes and slithers
finds cold
and (being cold-blooded)
winds back to the warmth of my breast
and the loneliness ascends
while my mind descends
and, alone on a moon-less night,
I howl, I bray
I refuse to acknowledge the tears
and I begin a numbers ritual
something with patterns, I’m sure
self-soothing
but still lonely
tara caribou | ©️ 2025
15 Comments on “An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently”
Raw Earth Ink 
There’s no way, to, stop the distance, the gap from, widening, until we “fix” our selves, up, but, mostly, people keeps on, looking outside the self, and, see the, problems, so the problems continue to get, bigger, and, bigger.
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Absolutely!
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The bray [wonderful word choice] of such a deep kind of pain of something so broken between
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It seemed an appropriate term. I think maybe there’s something broken inside me.
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I wish there was an acknowledgement on these comments other than “Liked”, other feelings. We all have broken places. Some heal better than others. You’ve made some big changes lately, and even the most desired changes can have backlash. I’ve had several relationships with communication/connection problems or malfunctions of that order, not the same, but as severe as in this poem, as confusing. It sucks. I don’t have any specific advice to offer, but a friend’s caring and hope of healing, I can send.
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Thank you for your very kind response. The last, oh five weeks or so, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on myself and just a lot of things around me. There are times I feel as if I’m making forward progress (and I am!) but other times where I seem to be right back where I was. And there are these moments… I think maybe something inside me is broken. And there’s always that hope that maybe, just maybe, that brokenness can be overlooked, or forgiven, or… something. The desire for acceptance is strong.
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Acceptance is one of our most basic desires, a genuine need, to be accepted broken parts and all. Know that here, you are accepted that way, my friend.
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Hug. 💙
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Hugs always accepted!
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Achingly beautiful, Tara.
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Thank you, Chris 😔
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this is amazing.
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Your words always find the sore spot and in doing so bring a little comfort. You’re not broken, you’re you, and sometimes just being ourselves feels like the hardest thing in the universe.
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Definitely. And some days (or nights) are harder than others. Sometimes I feel okay in my skin, with who I am. And sometimes… well, I feel so broken and there’s no hope for me.
It’s great to see your name pop up in my comments again! I hope you are well.
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