The Chaotic Journey Back

Something I wrote the day I realized that I could live without the woman I thought I was going to marry.

It is an existential serenade between the head and heart.
Indefinitely tainted, the feast of our spoiled memories,
annoying concoctions of this storyteller's madness.
It's a free-flowing waterfall, twisted on its head.
No, the image doesn't make sense, but then nothing else did.
Do I linger in the void of heartache's lecherous lullaby
or move on to grass that tastes like coconut sherry?

The wound has scabbed over and the scars have grown faint;
time is a journey best lived at a stumbling, awkward gait.
God didn't answer; his voicemail said he wasn't there that day.
But that's okay, he sent someone to pick up the check,
a friend to proffer an ear in my distorted time of need.
It's a neon-pleated dance-off that's paved the way back here
to pick up the pieces of the shattered snow-globe I called life

A smile, twisted at the brittle and beautifully broken edges,
twists upward in the first honest curving in a while.
Friend, I'm okay; this madness is coming to an end.
Ignore my words and, please, remember that even fools
can learn not to wear their hearts on the edge of their sleeves.
Do you think I'm ready? Is it too soon to laugh out loud
and throw away old memories to make room for the new?

Reviews

[Cassie Fraga]

mmmmhhmmm... ready to take flight on the new... a very nice read!!
**two thumbs up**

[Amy Bumpas]

Your words are wise, to the heart, and truth...makes one think
ponder life and its many wonders, or could be nightmares as well...