Author: Ben Fetterman

Heartbreak- Poem

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Heartbreak

By Ben Fetterman

We’ve all been there.
When the butterflies in your stomach turned to lead,
And your stomach dropped with their weight.
The cake in your mouth turned to sand,
When you saw her,
Not just any her,
THE HER,
Your her,
Or so you had thought and hoped,
With someone else.
Then you’re faced with a choice,
The most excruciating choice;
Do you want her to be happy,
Or…
Do you want her to be yours.
Thoughts of how to sabotage
This fledgling relationship before you
Flashed through your mind.
Then you realized.
If you really loved her,
Truly cared for her as deeply as you thought,
Then you needed to support her,
Encourage her.
Oh how it hurts at first.
Seeing her so happy,
So very happy,
With someone,
Someone who isn’t you.
And deep in your heart you held on to the hope,
The desperate hope,
That one day they will split ways,
And she will realize you were the one.
But you also knew that with that feeling lies another.
This one growing,
Oh so slowly,
That you weren’t the right one for her now,
And that maybe,
Probably…
You should
Just
Move
On.

Anchors- Poem

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Anchors

By Ben Fetterman

Afloat in the sea of life,
That stormy, raging sea,
I looked for a place of shelter,
For an anchor to hold me safe.
For a while, I hung on a piece of pumice.
I thought it was a good anchor;
It had a good grip and kept me afloat.
When I looked at others,
I saw most people trying to hang on to
A bunch of pebbles,
So I thought I was good,
But as time went on, I realized my error.
The texture, while it seemed good for hanging on to,
Was really tearing me to pieces.
While it did keep me afloat, I realized what I needed was
An anchor.
So I let the pumice go,
And decided to try again.
As I was floating again, I found a sea turtle,
I thought that it might work
To keep me afloat in this stormy sea,
But as soon as I grabbed a hold,
It went under, leaving me behind.
So as I floated on, I pondered what I needed
And realized a good, solid anchor was what I really needed,
And so I tried again.
In the distance, I saw a spire of gleaming rock.
When I grabbed the spire, I realized it was razor sharp obsidian,
And the cutting hatred of the spire was worse,
Much worse,
Than the dull, throbbing pain of the sea,
And yet, I held tight all the same,
Because all I thought I needed was
A good, solid anchor.
Finally I realized that there was more to what I needed
Than just a good, solid anchor.
So I let the spire go.
So here I am again,
Afloat alone in the sea of life.

Collapse- Poem

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Collapse

By Ben Fetterman

It’s amazing how quiet it is
When one’s world falls apart around them.
You would think that someone’s entire world being destroyed
Would be loud and messy,
And everyone would noticed.
And sometimes it is.
But often it’s hidden in a slowly fading smile,
Excusing one’s self to the bathroom to regain their composure.
And the thing that causes this collapse?
It might be a throwaway comment,
An ignored moment of excitement,
A missed silent plea for help,
A realization that another’s interest that seemed so real before is feigned.
Suddenly everything rings hollow,
As the sudden sucker punch hits,
And the world they had come to know and love
Suddenly,
Silently,
Collapses