Another Mother's Hoverboard

Thursday, December 28, 2006

not the same

Shivering with words
poised at her fingertips
she, for the first time
cannot fix this.

The hollowed canyon
echoes it's calls
footfalls back to the
danger back to the loss

Frozen hypotheses
laugh at her
she has no idea of
what is real

Are these merely
inflated problems easily managed?
or lethal worries
downplayed?
by the downtrodden...

she cannot breathe
in the same space
as him anymore
his aura is toxic
everything about him,
harsh.

if something does
not change
he will most
definitely kill her
from the inside out

loved one...

I don't know how to be myself
around you
I am whole and full and at peace
And you are none of these things
You are broken and empty and constantly in struggle
with someTHING or someONE
You don't seem to see a true reflection
when you glance in the mirror

Do you look inside yourself?

And you fish, constantly
for affirmations and praise from ME
that you are good enough and just so
darn GREAT.

Sure,
I can give it, but it's weak, transparent
and insincere...because it is being
ASKED for

Honestly, you steal my ability
to be HONEST with YOU

I see you as the Glass
Menagerie
Frozen and fragile
Taking up space

If with a few sharp
observances I could make
you TRULY SEE

you would shatter into
a million pieces
Never to be the same
Never to be repaired

But to be this?

Which is worse?

Monday, December 11, 2006

cold mortality

Faced with mortality once more
she looks away
she tries to hide from it's
shadow it's glare

it's still right there

there is only herself
a shelf of moments
captured and kept
and this cold cold cold
like the body
empty now

the frigid air around her
the fire in which she breathes
does not help, seethes out
as sadness,
a wet blanket
she cannot remove: heavy and numbing

her instinct to do something
leaves her motionless
and paralyzed

there is no way to let
this pass
there is no words to
make THIS okay

there is nothing left
to do, but let this one
pass
and remember

and then just
be. She, while she can
for it even when
one closes their eyes
to mortality it is still
tall and dark and always
cold