The Divide


Surrounded in white.

It’s all I can see.

A dark figure ahead.

Stepping closer.

In this isolation.

You draw me in.

Again I move forward.

You seem miles away.

My salvation lies ahead.

It lies with you.

I know I’ll reach you.

No matter how long it might take.

It doesn’t matter.

I continue on.

My pace quickens the closer I get.

Anticipation builds.

Wanting you in my arms.

To feel your touch.

The comfort that you offer.

Almost there.

You come into view.

I stop and take you in.

Your lips curve upward.

A smile forms.

Returning my own.

I approach you.

The warmth in your expression.

An affectionate gaze.

I reach out to you.

Your hand is there.

Stretched out and palm up.

Our fingers are about to meet.

I feel something hard.

Not your tender flesh.

An invisible wall.

Separating us.

Pulling my hand back.

So strange.

Shaking my head.

I try it again.

Just before our fingers touch.

Stopped again.

I’m denied the only thing I want most.



A barrier stands before us.

I can’t touch you.

You are so close.

Yet so far away.

Barred from you.



“No” I scream.

Banging on what keeps you at bay.

My throat bleeds as I cry out.

A ringing fills my ears.

My fist aches from the beating.

This can’t be happening.

You are there.

Right there.

Tears start to fall.

My vision of you blurred.

Again I plead “no”.



My forehead leans in.

My palm flat against my personal demon.

You place yours over mine.

Trying to comfort me.

My pain is etched across your face.

Silently trying to sooth my ache.

Where do we go from here.

What lies inside this gilded cage.

Are you keeping me locked up tight.

Or am I the one keeping you out.

Barring us from each other.

Yet here we are.

On either side of this great divide.


It can be measured in miles.

It can be measured in minutes.

However the distance between two hearts.

Nothing can measure.

A mere heartbeat can be all the difference.

Of being together.

Or of being apart.

© Katrina Storey 08/27/13

22 thoughts on “The Divide

      1. Calling your bluff Mister! *winks* this is around the time where I’d walk away so you could watch me leave….so you could enjoy the show, but I’m rather enjoying this! xo

  1. Reblogged this on loneyheart and commented:
    I seem to be living these words. The wanting of him, the loving him, and yet my own demons keeping us apart. Some invisible wall that I have yet to tear down. Locking myself away and keeping him just out of reach. Knowing that we would feel so much more peace in each others embrace. And yet I stand my ground like some demented fool. My head and my heart and my demons doing battle at the expense of his heart. In the end we both will suffer and my heart will die a thousand deaths because I could not let the wall down.

    1. First I wanted to say I’m sorry that I am replying so late to this. I didn’t realize I had missed a comment. The fact that you took your time to read my poem, let alone share it with others and your feelings, is not something I take lightly. It’s very important that I show my appreciation. Thank you for sharing my poem…when my words speak to others it is very special to me. Writing this poem was very emotional for me. The feelings expressed are very real and the battle between head and heart wage. A battle that I don’t know if it will ever truly be over. I hold out hope for the day that peace is found…for anyone that feels this way. I hope that you can find that peace, that the wall will come down, that you can let you heart truly rule. It’s a brave thing to be done. One of the bravest in my opinion. All my love and thank you xo Kat

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