As The Salt Dries

An ever-gaping wound.

09/02/13

 

I know, the devils I know,

Haunting me to my spine.

I know, the devils I know,

Felt divine once upon a time.

 

Being alone with no devils of my own

In part I know not what to do.

For I am alone with no devils of my own,

No new aches, but no comfort through and through.

 

Methinks I may never learn,

When the truth be said.

Is it about the hollow in my heart,

Or the hollow in my bed?

 

May haps it be both, for I am both.

Why can I not forgive and credit myself so?

For human is both the heart

And the container by which it grows.

 

My confusion lies at the base

Of an equation for which exists no solution,

Drawn by the chalk of a deranged mother's hand

Who set heart against body without resolution.

 

No decisive derivative exists

So long as she is mine.

Yet how do I separate mine own from Mother's flesh?

No amount of time can unwind that rhyme.

 

Only silence it some

As the salt dries.

 

 

Reviews

[Christina]

I stumbled upon this poem, and I'm glad I did.
"Is it about the hollow in my heart,
Or the hollow in my bed"

I liked those lines the most, i can relate to the feeling. this was a very emotional and powerful write.
i look forward to reading more from you.

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you so much Christina. I look forward to hearing more from you as well.

[Christina]

you're very welcome my dear :)

[Strider Marcus Jones]

A powerful poem. Superb rhythm and exploration of theme. Excellent. 100/100

[Melobldnfr]

Wow. Thank you. I don't know what to say. -My hand to my chest with hear felt gratitude.-

[kublakhan27]

This piece has some of the best lines I think you've ever penned...human is both the heart and the container by which it grows...I thought that was a great image, and the inability of time to unwind any rhyme was a striking bit as well...the mention of Mother's flesh added a whole new dimension to it, and would suggest that this is an even more personal piece than the preceding lines already suggested...a deep and emotional piece of introspection...well done Mel :)

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you, Dear. I am so glad you've reviewed this. As always, I appreciate it so much. This piece is very personal indeed. It flew out of me quickly, as clear and strong as the sadness by which it was penned. Wounded, I pretty much bled on the page. It could not be denied.
It's been a while since I've written in this "voice". It's too bad usually only the most terrible wretched pain brings it forth.
These are words from my inner adult, rather than my inner child, addressing a borderline personality mother, fighting daily to overcome both her intentional and inadvertent teachings by putting things together and facing Truth rather than running and hiding and pulling things apart. It is addressing the fact I have never known maternal acceptance. I never will, and I struggle against incorrect learned behaviors that betray my personal truths.

[kublakhan27]

:( It did become fairly obvious to me what this was about after I read it, having remembered your past works and what you've told me before...it always hurts when someone you know is dealing with issues so significant and you're at a loss for advice...I've said it many times but the sad irony of art is that one must suffer before they can truly experience the reaches of their potential...to your point about the inner adult coming through, I get the impression that your poetic voice is maturing, and hopefully more people on the site will discover your words and realize you're a writer worth reading.

It's always a pleasure reading and reviewing your work my friend...stay strong :)

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you dear friend.