I'm Not There

I'm Not There

A Poem by Colette
"

Colon cleansing for the soul--leaving the bullshit behind!

"

 

Silence
experience shows
is what frightens people most
 
 
What does she know?
What is she thinking?
Who is she talking to?
Why isn’t it me?
 
And you call yourself my friend
You call yourself my friend?
 
I’ve ridiculed soap operas
when a character hears, knows, sees
mischief
and conceals the evidence
 
Why?
To protect the guilty?
To avoid conflict?
To prevent additional heartache
when the guilty points fingers at the innocent?
 
Or, to save the ammo to blast in retaliation?
 
Or, to lay it down in a poem?
Become Bob Dylan’s personification
and tell YOU
I’m not there anymore
 
I’m climbing out of the toxic waste
I’m going to take in fresh oxygen
leave you in the mystery
which is my shadow
 
Chew on your regrets
Or, be the ostrich in the desert
The giraffe with no tree
Leave yourself in the crowded room of conformity
 
Leave your secret buried
under your black trench coat of betrayal
Your exaggerations of my life stories told
to camouflage your dark reality, but
 
I have known all along
I’ve known all along
 
What’s that tell you of my strength?
My ability to forgive?
My unselfish friendship?
Your greed?
 
When my soul is alive and vivid
as my body suffers and decays
You all look away
 
I frighten you with my strength
don’t I?
 
Your weakness is exposed
and at times
Ugly
 
I would rather die as I have lived
ALONE
than to believe I have friends
and those friends be unwilling to face my illness
or my soul, in the crucial hour
 
I have already lived that nightmare
twice
 
Go ahead
Fabricate
Dislocate
Disengage
 
Insult me further
 
I’ve already forgiven
 
I simply choose to float
 
I’m not there
I’m in a train car
with Bob Dylan
and he’s singing his melody
 
 
She’s got everything she needs. She’s an artist. She don’t look back.

© 2012 Colette


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Beautiful Colette, miss you. ~Ev

Posted 16 Years Ago


This has very little to do with the movie of the same title...except that I make reference to Bob Dylan.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I shall read this again when i have seen the movie..but without seeing the movie, obviously i can see what you are getting at here. I am not gonna call this a "vent"...gonna be really clever (haha) and say this is some good exfoliating!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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