I am only ever as strong As the bonds between Myself and others When those ties weaken With time and bitter error Like saddened stems Or vines in rough, untethered weather I too wither, bend And fade Frost kills the summer glade It fells even the hemlock And brutal stinging nettle And with their brittle stalks I too, break
Month: November 2020
Narrow Lanes
You may stroll down narrow streets Hand in hand with your beloved Peering into windows bright As the autumn light fades You may imagine your own life Behind those windows wide But if you were to look into mine, My small window one night You would not look on, dreaming You would see a cramped room And might hear a cold echo there Hollow with loss; a life lacking love You might stand there looking in But life and love call to me, Even here, in lonely quarters They bid me up and leave, and walk Hand in hand, as you do Gazing in at lives, not my own Do not ask me to stay In this room without love Allow me the liberty To stroll, to love Through narrow lanes That life allows me
Woundmate
You are right I am nothing going nowhere I am not smart; A zero, destined for failure I do not listen or respect I am unkind I have gaping holes torn In the fabric of my mind I am weak and stubborn; Definitely quarrelsome A fork-tongued monster With fragile scales of porcelain You are correct I plead guilty in this trial The judgement was passed By me as a child Cavities of hurt Wounds weeping from the past Uncovered by your hands Prized open at last There is no fixing these rifts No chance to mend You can leave them alone Or use them to your ends Now you know the tender, Doubting depths of my needs You plundered rubies red, ripping I cannot stop the bleed