Taken
A Poem Honoring Our Feelings — Without Judgement.
Taken
They say it’s taken, Yet
I don’ know where it begins
I do’t know where it ends.
Strangers yet strangled by
The chains, we’ve lovingly made
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True to my heart I stay
That which bled, broken it’s gotten
From the rabbit hole, I was
shielding it from; where it’s fallen
For they say it’s “Taken”
Taken are his feelings
Taken is his attention
Taken is his time
Taken is his affection
So what is left?
*
“Taken” haunts me
Was I conversing with his shadow?
“Taken” haunts me.
Who’s to blame for this chaos?
“Taken” haunts me. As though,
All of it was but a movie. Yet,
A mundane memory remains
In the chamber of his ‘special things’
*
I wonder what was taken
and what was I taking away?
For my heart tells a different story
One, where I wasn’t a villain
For feeling this kind of way
For there was no smoke without fire
Yet, I’m to blame. When
I’ve yet to know what I’m taking
When I was giving mine away
*
Barefoot, I’m walking on thorns of
Feelings that come with the smell of rose
Petals have been swept away
By the chillness of “taken”
A word I’ve yet to fathom anyway
And the castle that I thought I’d seen
Was hidden by a jungle of trees
Taken; was there no space?
In that big castle,
For those in question to reign
Taken; were those trees fences?
That I’ve ventured through someday
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They say it is “taken”. Yet,
I don’t know where it begins,
I don’t know where it ends.
Strangers we’ve become. Strangled
We are, by the fire we both set.
Who’s stealing whose heart?
A question that hasn’t been answered yet.
-Imane Ben
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Author note:
It has been a while. I hope life has been treating you all well and I wish you a lovely springtime!
