Well, hullo there! It’s been far too long since last I’ve posted (isn’t that always the story?), and you might notice that things look a wee bit different around here. But thank you to everyone who’s submitted something to my Story Review! I will start posting the first of those soon.
But meanwhile, here’s a raw and unedited poem inspired by Hamlet that I thought it’d be lovely to share for some feedback. Enjoy! (But if you don’t, feel free to tell me so in polite and Christ-like terms :))
but break, my heart
“But break, my heart. for I must hold my tongue.” —Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 2
but break, my heart—
for I must hold my tongue.
oh, that I could cast off this
too-changèd face!
I am confused, alone, broken—
broken, like the shards of
a crystal goblet discarded—
broken, like the dead tree that falls
when discontented winter comes—
broken, like when the sun shines brightly
but not on me.
break, my heart!
for broken things may mend, but oh,
God, God, don’t abandon me any longer.
I don’t want to break anymore.
