Chosen Losses

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Hi Elizazile. Welcome here!
Your poem was very easy to read. I had a different interpretation,
though it also involved a sort of loneliness. Now that I know the intent
I will try critique, though I'm not sure it needs much work.


Casting off
The weight that eases my aches
Setting down
The chair that holds 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)
And for brighter somedays.
Now is where
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
In the corner.

The only suggestion I can give is dive in full blast with punctuation or eliminate it completely.
Also, maybe work with the idea of stanzaic form, giving divide to each expression,
but that may not be your style and I may only be suggesting it because that is where I lean.
Best Wishes!