Talk

Talk to me about your life. Fill my head with the subtle poetry of your soul. Tell me what keeps you up, what causes you to fret and worry in the silvery glow of moonlit nights. I want to hear you. I want to hear the words behind your words, to hear what you are telling me through omission. I want to look into you and see the girl behind the girl. I want to know what causes you to build such high and impenetrable walls. So tell me about that day, the one that defines you. But tell me also of every other day. Tell me of silence and solitude, of quiet mornings and endless, ecstatic nights. Speak to me of the innumerable nuances of your daily struggles. I long to hear you.

What is your greatest fear? But more importantly, what are the fears that hide behind it? These little things that lurk in the shadows and grow ever hungrier, vicious. They devour perceived failures, unfulfilled promises, daily disappointments. They fester and feed until they burst forth, the dark thoughts behind bitter tears. So speak their names and dispel their power. Give them to me all weak and malnourished, and I will help you destroy them.

But don't tell me because I am asking you to. Don't tell me because I can't not know. Tell me because doing so will bring you peace. Doing so will help lighten your burden. Tell me because no one, not even someone as strong as you, should shoulder this weight alone. Tell me in a whisper, yell at me until your voice is gone, then put pen to paper and tell me more. Let yourself wash over me. I will not be consumed, I will not balk or run away. I will remain because I love you, and your struggles are mine. Your pain is mine.

So talk to me about your life, and fill my head with the subtle poetry of your soul.

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Bravo! Another excellent prose poem. It would seem you have quite a handle on this genre. Your flow allows the reader to be washed away in your words, each line tossing into the next creating a wonderful river of poetic voice. You have perfected the yearning here.. the need to know, to help, to remove the pain. I was happy to see that it was out of love and not just a friendship or psychiatrist's desire to help. Your language is beautifully done.