Young Writers Society

Hey sound, Wisteria here for a review.

To be honest, I really quite like this poem so I'm not sure how helpful this review will be but we'll give it a shot. Poems about loss are common, and it's no stranger that it's a popular genre because loss is just one of those prevalent forces in people's lives. I like the first two lines, it's a strong opening and one that goes straight to the heart of your poem.

Loss. Scars, and the difficulties of forgetting what once harmed you. There is a kind of simplicity in the rest of the first stanza that resonates well with the tone of the poem. No fluff, and succinct. The only qualms I have is that,

as if forgotten-never last-

Deep, I love compairison of a limp it gives a good visual for the poem. I also love how it’s with every step, something that you’ll never forget. The part where the cane how it’s a compensation. Good use of shards and growing into a whole really enjoyed that part. The part with grass growing over graves, just showing that even when things grow it may not be from the best of places.

Thanks for sharing this poem about the inevitable scars that experiences can leave in the form of very painful memories and broken relationships. If there were only a pill that we could swallow to erase such memories! Unfortunately, we must instead suppress them and learn our lesson. Yet some are so damaging that they are as you describe, permanent wounds which have an effect on us as long as we live. Such is the case with abused children who must carry the scars of their abusive upbringing. Such is also the case with people who have gone to war and suffer from post-traumatic stress syndrome. Such ones are perpetually haunted by memories which cause the severe distress and the healing remains always incomplete.

Your poem brings this fact out very well by comparing such memories to to graves which hold the remnants of a past but which cannot be forgotten. We can learn from such experiences by shaping them into canes that will help us walk better. You describe our hopes that things that have been irretrievably broken can grow back. But in our heart of hearts we know that some things can never be restored to their former pristine form. Once innocence is lost it cannot be retrieved. It can be patched up. The poem about Humpty Dumpty comes to mind. All kings horses and all the kings men, could not put him together again. That's why its important to handle certain relationships with kid gloves lest we bludgeon things that are precious until they are forever gone.

That orange and the large letters makes the poem hard to read.
A real shame since you obviously have talent.