I'm Not ThereA Poem by ColetteColon 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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3 Reviews Added on May 24, 2008 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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