Porcelain Fists

I move, I think, I wait, I ponder;

soon I let my vision wander.

I begin to wonder whether, ever,

love will find me. Would it? Never.

Within that crack between my heart,

I crawl away, I set apart.

There I find a corner dark enough to sleep

and dream of then �" my memories weep.

Driving home, I turn the wheel;

tempting fate, trying to feel.

If only fear could cure my loss,

I think my thoughts would get across

to the people who need to hear it most.

Morning, noon and night I sing

a prayer that always seems to sting.

Really, I’m just looking for an answer

to my curiosity that spreads like cancer.

I saw a woman today, her eyes aglow;

her finger clothed with a ring to show.

Her mouth clenched tight,

her smile - pleasant and bright

- illuminated her incandescent joy.

Then I saw another, expecting a boy.

The girl beside her, a teen at best,

was just as happy as the rest.

Their day had come, for some

it had not. Why? How come

mine hadn’t arrived? Given me

the best? What have I not seen?

The movies play, here comes the scarlet;

the blonde, the damsel, the bloody harlot.

She’s in distress, she’s lost her lover,

she’s getting married to her best friends brother.

I roll my eyes; I scoff and hate.

In the midst of my tears, I hesitate.

My life plays out like a really bad comedy;

just tattoo on my forehead “I need somebody.”

Sometimes, I just need a moment to break away

from the anger that grows �" just hold it at bay.

Now, here come swinging my porcelain fists

tied to my fragile, stain glass wrists.

What can I say? I like to pick a fight.

I’ll come straight at you. Fear my might.

I’d like to take a hit, but my fingers shatter;

staying together isn’t really all that matters.

So if I miss, it’s only so that I’m here,

not falling apart amidst my fear.

I don’t mean to scare anyone away,

I just don’t know how to act any other way.

Honestly, my bones shake beneath my skin

as I sulk in sorrow �" melting in my chagrin.

But with some knowledge that you,

of all people, have my back, too,

makes everything a little bit easier to handle.

Reviews

[SinnerInspired]

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~SinnerInspired