BraveA Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
I woke up to the door
cracked open just enough to see the darkness peering through watching my shallow breaths with the curiosity of a child (Hot Stoves and Penny Tongues) Opened tired eyes to another text about how she came into consciousness with a belt around her neck tied to the curtain rod- her body ready for the final sway, trying to jump before her mind could catch up, But with a trembling voice laced in reluctance and uncertainty, she woke her husband and instead of the belt, she just choked on her tears and whimpered every time his grip on her waist fell slack, as if she needed him to tether her here as if she’d be snared back into the impenetrable oilslick clutches blotting out the traces of light that faintly radiated from an upturned face. (Fractured Psyches and Crumbling Hearts) So what do you say? when that pain has been so familiar, those nightmares have transcended into your own reality and you yourself have needed the heavy weight of warm arms to keep you grounded. What do you say? when your soul would shatter at the loss of her - yet you’ve been there, squinting at that very noose entwined around your pulsing knuckles in twilight hours, knots and fiber scraping at the dull pulse of your carotid. You place more value on her blood than the tongue pressed between teeth that fervently tells her she is Beautiful and Worthy and Brave. That tongue that cannot turn those words inward to nurture the seedling trying to take root in a barren sternum, tender and bruised. Beautiful Worthy and Brave Even and Especially at 3am when only the Lovers and the Lost converse in hushed tones and the pearls of their eyes can barely be seen unless you are close enough to see the grains of sleep sand pooling into miniscule beaches amongst long lashes leaning in the sea breeze - near enough to breathe the salt off their skin, expanses of sinew yielding and offering up re-baptism, recovery, forgiveness. © 2017 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul |
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Added on November 19, 2017 Last Updated on November 19, 2017 AuthorA Glow in the Pit of My SoulMAAboutMy Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..Writing |