I Worry For The Day
I worry for the day
I will speak of you
in the past tense.
And I hate myself
for being too weak
to tolerate you
when I have
the chance to.
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Centuries she lived,
she hid and
lamplight dimmed
in the presence of
shadows she made
Silence stretched over
her feelings
no one ever heard her pleading
Her emotions lacked composure
so she built defenses
dug her trenches
a solitary shoreline
comprised of boulders
catching memories
as though she’s stealing
timelines that couldn’t be
yearning for some slice
of what’s appealing
to shatter glass atop a ceiling
despite orders decreed
fate’s fleeting dealings
left her reeling
contemplating life
and its proceedings
forced to deal
knowing destiny
withholds revealing
How can I accept who I am, when I want to abandon all that made me to be?
I see myself
in her
and him
his twisted thoughts
her wanted whims
I see myself
in craving
and criticizing
his judgemental smile
her grin of beguile
I see myself
when I don’t want to
recognize this strife
I feign to forget
these hearts
created mine
maybe in another life
I’ll grant myself the grace
to see myself
as a story not so foreign
one that’s truly mine
