Chosen Losses

[LunaDeLore]

Casting off
The weight that eases my aches  the weight easing my aches
Setting down
The chair that holds half my weight  holding half my weight
Dislocating
The small skylight to my shadowy home;
This is the investment I am told I must make
For less of the same
(Whatever that may mean) it means
And for brighter somedays.
Now is where when
Something like faith kicks in
As, through the gaping hole
My living room begins to fill
With rain
And blustering winds
And the hurricanes that chase
The rays of light
That find me alone
In my soft old armchair ---- I'd suggest either using soft or old but not both; too much description.
In the corner.

I read your poem and highlighted a few problem areas others may have discussed in more detail. Nevertheless, I like what you're trying to do but I think if you read over everyone's comments and take these suggestions into consideration, you'll have a nice revision to post.

Keep writing.

Luna