Two poems written on Substack notes
solistitial
a solstitial event was
the day she left
silence at the foot
of our friendship.
there is nothing
more heartbreaking
than a woman who
doesn’t know her
heart’s desire being
capable of crushing
the heart of another.
now I have a
timestamp of when
I learned the phrase
“I will never hurt you.”
has an unspoken addendum:
“unless I’m afraid of what
your love can do
to me.”
jujitsu’d out of love
I’m at a point where
my mind is debating
with my heart to
not have it jujitsu
it anymore.
it’s tired of fighting a
fight for lackluster
love and never
winning.
I used to be a
strategic runner–
hurdling over dead
weight and con
people.
now I lean into
obstacles with heavy
artillery stationed
around my person.
I handle war much
differently in my
older years.
I know how my
battles often portray
themselves, and I
fight smart not hard.
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“I will never hurt you.” has an unspoken addendum…” That line is devastatingly accurate. It hits deep. Beautifully written.
This is such a moving depiction of the journey from heartbreak to wisdom. The evolution from a “solstitial event” to knowing how to “fight smart not hard” is so real.
I love how these two poems work together. The first one captures the wound with such clarity, and the second shows the scar tissue and the new strength. The “heavy artillery” metaphor is brilliant.
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Thank you very much, Rhyan! These two pieces were actually hard to write, but I’m glad I got them both out.
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trE, these two pieces speak to me as a kind of before-and-after—solistitial feels like the breaking point, the moment when tenderness is met with fear, while jujitsu’d out of love reads like the aftermath: what’s built from that heartbreak, the armor we forge.
To me, both poems feel rooted in love’s quiet violence, but also in the wisdom that rises when the dust settles.
Much love,
David
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Thank you for this comment, Dave. You’re quite right about both poems. I appreciate you. Peace and blessings. 🙏🏾🩵
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Bars:::::: jujitsu’d out of love
I was doing the finger snapping at poetry slams for this one…
Kudos
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Ha! Thank you very much!
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😁😁😁
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Truly heartfelt and tell telling and not for the faint heart trE💕
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Exactly. Definitely not for the faint of heart. 🙏🏾🩵 Thank you for reading.
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NOPE!
You’re so very welcome… 💗
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Fight smart. Good advice.
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🙏🏾🩵
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Ooof…that unspoken addendum.
Love your poems! ♥️
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Yeah, *sighs* but what can you do?
Thank you!
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Love both these poems Tre.👏👏
I felt the first one 💔 and it resonated.
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Thank you kindly. I am glad you liked them both and that one resonated with you. 🙏🏽💙
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My pleasure Tre 🙏💙
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