Give Way

She is not centre stage

She is not stage left or right

She makes good time of my insecurites

Remembers just what to say, how to push and pull

I wake needlessly on hard floor

Lights that are binding me in spot, blocking

The audience is shadows, seats not filled but full

Project young one, announciate, constanants

I am silent, quiet, trying, wanting, wavering

Strength counts for nothing here and I can barely get to my feet

She is endless and I am ending

The last of my lines is issueing and I can not here a thing

I know only that there is a closing, a swing, a collapse, a trap door

And as the ground beneath me is loosened

My conviction, my necklace tightens around my throat

I wish my neck would snap

I can not breath

I can only swing

Like I did as a child

When she would care for me in her lap

Now she hangs that child

And I am given way to womanhood

 

Reviews

[heido]

The giving way of innocence.

[Onatah]

The overwhelming expectations of womanhood?