Poetry | Relationships and Miscommunication
Casting Stones
Love Sonnet
Who threw the jagged stone that tore our home And shattered love’s precious pane with one blow? Now sharp shards lie splintered on our cold stone; Slivers of our hopes and dreams slice our soles.
Our inner pain we hurl in every word, Each syllable — a wound that we inflict; Two souls, in verbal misery immured, Dying inside from our tongues’ poison-tipped.
Let love cleanse us of our toxicity; Heal beside me so you can see we’re true, Merely quirks of our personalities. We’ve been here before, so let’s see this through:
Hold hands in dreams as we did from our start; Melt stones to forge our love, our home, our heart.
We fought. We threw loveless words like stones. Broke our home and our hearts. We are on the mend, healing with each new day. This Shakespearean sonnet was just the challenge I needed to work through these emotions creatively—the best remedy to sadness.
Thank you, Jonny Masters; it was a writing challenge — in an almost meditative way, I pondered how to express feelings in such a structured rhyme scheme and syllable count. In that sense, it was therapeutic.
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