I Know What You Are

Why do you put me through this violence?

Like tearing down my garden-

It took so long to plant and grow

I don't have the energy for it now when 

All I am is inconsolable, healing still 

From wounds that are ages of oak trees old.

How can you look at me like that?

I have held you in my arms 

Unable to lick my own wounds 

In the face of your little scratches-

I couldn't bear them but

I couldn't stomach them either.

The same river of violence is in me

Carrying me downstream, drowning

The child that admires its wrath.

Petals and leaves are everywhere 

All over the cobblestone 

All over the shoddy brick path-

I have bruises in me, bones that ache.

Rage is not a thing you notice

It is quiet like the undercurrent 

That takes you out to sea.

I can no longer ask you about it

When it has found a home in me. 

Reviews

[willweb]

I liked the creativity of this, how it turned around at the end. Really dark but well written.