A message
Embrace the noxious past.
Our past.
Circa the seventh month,
lost her,
misconstrued her.
Hit the ground hard,
broke my heart of glass
I screamed but remained silent
as I recalled my blunder -
I had dropped my sagacity and tripped on it
It was destiny
for us not to be
Perhaps you're reading...
know that I'm sorry
--21/7/2021
Theme : Love, Self
An analysis, by JLF
Circa the seventh month,
lost her,
misconstrued her.
July, the seventh month, is also the second month of summer. Coincidentally, summer is a literary symbol for lost youth and innocence. Frequently, I encounter bursts of realisation; I don’t know who I am, only who I’m expected to be. I am drawn to opinions and, therefore, neglect personal aims for the sake of fitting in the moulds of others for me. Due to this, I lose myself by misunderstanding my interests, throwing away my adolescence in the process.
Hit the ground hard,
broke my heart of glass
I relate the above lines to past romances. We use the phrase “falling in love” extremely often, but it slips our minds that ‘falling’ means eventual impact. Just imagine the agony of a sharp descent from cloud nine to the concrete ground.
Reading the line reminds me of a sentence within Lang Leav’s poetry book ‘The Gift of Everything'.
“You only fall in love once with your heart still whole.”
To injure the heart — an organ that is the fundamental part of being human — truly shows the damage love doles out to us all.
"I screamed but remained silent
as I recalled my blunder —
I had dropped my sagacity and tripped on it"
The voices of our past selves are eternally bound to memories, and hence, everything done long ago cannot be refined. We might have wept, begged and “screamed” to turn back time, but its impossibility eventually silences us. Frequently, we regret not what we said but what we didn’t. If we didn’t forbid ourselves from being expressive in the past, we might have prevented present conflicts.
The persona trips over their wisdom in the poem, depicting a visual image of rational interpretations scattered on the ground. It can suggest a moment of weakness or mistake and how the persona must excruciatingly pick up the missing pieces of themselves. This, again, emphasises lost youth and innocence.
"It was destiny
for us not to be.
Perhaps you’re reading…
know that I’m sorry."
The enjambment of the first two lines may suggest hesitation but acceptance nonetheless. This can reference both the past relationship and the past self.
The stanza has a strong tone of guilt, and there is a clear reluctance to face the mentioned “blunder.”
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