Connection — Summary

Logan BrosemerContemplative

Have you ever been connected to another Person? I mean truly connected Not a whimsical fantasy.

Such a connection is rare and can be scary. To feel what another feels To have intimate knowledge on them is a blessing and a curse.

For if the relationship is fine, Waves of happiness and light hit you like an ocean, lifting you up But if things start to change, The waves begin to churn like that of a storm coming in. It's hard to feel at first but slowly the light you used to see everywhere has dimmed.

And then The storm comes... When things finally break, the waves of warmth and light turn cold and painful. Happiness turns into confusion, pain, and longing.

From the moment the other person wakes up until they finally fall asleep you are assaulted by these feelings, Knowing that you cannot do anything about them. They are your fault You caused them but must be silent for that is the others wish.

So you go through your days trying to stay standing in the surf waiting for those pleasant hours when they sleep. And also dreading them For in those hours you feel lost, this connection is all you have left to hold on to.

Have you ever been connected to some one, truly connected? It is a blessing and a curse

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Logan Brosemer's "Connection" is about an unusually deep emotional bond, one where you can feel what another person feels. The speaker opens by asking whether the reader has ever known this, and calls it both a blessing and a curse. The poem then follows the ocean image it builds: when things are good, happiness lifts you like gentle waves, but when the relationship starts to change, the water churns and the light slowly dims.

When the relationship breaks, the speaker is flooded with the other person's pain from morning until night. What makes it worse is the guilt. The speaker feels responsible for that pain, yet has to stay silent because the other person wants it that way. Sleep becomes a strange mix of relief and dread, since it is the only time the feelings ease, and the only link left.

The mood is raw, heavy, and lonely. The repeated opening question, returning at the end, feels like the speaker still searching for someone who understands.

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