Dear . . .

Is anyone listening?

Dear . . .

 

I think they must secretly despise me…

How could they not?

I am drawing unwanted, but warranted, attention

to something horrific, darkly disturbing.

In amongst their most honoured,

hidden supplicant, humbly entreating,

devoid of ethical motive

but heretofore heralded,

revered and respected.

How does one balance all that?

“Kill the messenger!”

It is the honest refrain.

It’s not something new,

I have dealt with it before.

My reply?

“The messenger was destroyed long ago.”

I wish dealing with the past

could end as a business day.

No thoughts, or problems, to cope with

after 5pm sharp.

Home you go to families, your life.

Mine just runs on play back, 

circuit continuous,

like the proverbial broken record.

Again and again and again…

What I fear is isolation.

What I need is compassion,

but I don’t feel worthy.

Victims rarely do.

So how does this get resolved?

They are trying their best,

this I truly believe.

So why can’t I relax, go with the flow,

accept and abate.

Being only human is distracting,

those around me have more.

Maybe that’s what is missing…

faith, trust and sacrifice?

Understanding the limits,

while giving testament to the truth.

Dealing with the void.

Accepting the mirrored soul

 and learning to live with oneself

to allow the healing to begin?

 

June 21, 2013

Reviews

[Renée]

Yes.. I am listening... Powerful Piece you wrote Gray ! Very powerful! Past seems to come like a rip tide..we know they are there..been though them..and yet..sneaks up on us every dam time...

[Gray Witch]

Thanks Renée ... I don't write poetry or prose...it writes itself.... these days...

[Renée]

happens that way... it is from your soul best kind ( ;