- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Death of a Naive Woman
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How
do I condense
a span of eight years
passion, anger, denial,
and pain?
WARNING: no picket fences here.
Before
I hit twenty,
two became one.
a golden ring laced
my finger.
You pressed
your ear to my
womb and crooned
about what a great daddy
you’d be.
Two struggled
to survive, to
provide, barely
grown, holding onto
new life.
Memories fade
how it began, I can’t pretend
I remember. I only know that
words shouldn’t hurt.
Not this much.
Your broken trust,
like shards of glass
I danced around them
avoiding blame,
pain.
You swore
you’d never touch
another. I would have
preferred infidelity
to your betrayal.
But
I still wanted to
wear you, a warm blanket,
feel safe, strong,
United.
Wanted
to have hot sacred sex
by the fire
Wouldn’t you
make me
w(hole)?
Your laundry list
of transgressions grew.
A little “to-do” list
never posted.
But no repairs
could save this house
from burning.
This window’s stuck.
(This world is fucked.)
It was easier
to turn away from
truth. To follow
your alternate reality
your engaging personality.
I never knew what world was real.
Words shouldn’t hurt
collecting in the corners of my mind.
files of debris, slips of paper
raining down to be
swept around
internally.
It’s the jackpot of pain
the only game I could
ever win. (You always told me
I was a loser.)
You pushed me
too far (the sofa was enough)
I lost my way
in your mazes.
You told me this was how the world worked
Hands on my neck
It was all a mindfuck.
No strength
to sweep
this pain away. Your promises
kept me trapped (for too long).
I believed you
when you said
I couldn’t leave.
I lost my self
(for too long)
Dreamed of death
and watched
the death of Dreams.
Kept trying to fix my
crumbling self
Aching...
to be your sweet, loyal
wife.
Honoring our vows
Easing the pain
with pretty pills.
You told me
how fucked up I was
and how this
was all
My Fault.
Two damn years
to see through you.
I’d lost six
yet raised Three,
surrounded in
your misery.
A hardened creature I’ve become.
It took
too long
to stand
by myself.
And here I lie
with broken wings
and broken dreams
trying to rebuild
my nest.
Yet I never felt
so light and free
Never felt so w(hole).
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agofills my heart for this woman, but she finally got her smarts and got the hell out!
duddle146over 17 years agoHardened to the disappointments and hurt ~ now with broken
wings and shattered dreams - she is at last light and free.
The language in this rendering is quite poignant and heartfelt.
LeBrozover 17 years agoVery moving piece;
Perhaps a bit long, but than again each stophe is small.
My major complaint, the use of parenthetical lines, on a par with ellipses IMO; w(hole) may make a statement, but it looks so contrived. You appear to have some skills; shouldn't need to use such crutches.
