Thursday 14 September 2017

Breakfast in the waiting room between my mind and yours

Through the wall you imagine her weighing
on your leafy arms and I understand
why you’d want to sedate yourself, and crawl out
in the morning                    shuffle back late at night
why you’d lose pieces of yourself in sugary bowls of cereal
over which                            the truth is constantly avoided
why you’d avoid
the stoned dead stare, eyes fixed through smoke
                                                                        on what? the past
you have dragged yourself across mind frames of prickling thought
and questioned the fabric of your reality

you’ve locked parts of you away that have hardly seen existence
that have only been trodden on, your heart, an obvious one
                                                      I think I saw it once
                                                      and I understand
                                                      the desire to keep some doors locked

in the blackest evenings it’s a task to even
summon anger, let me help you
I have enough to share

in the blackest evenings you have kept yourself alight(alive)
and I know you often don’t want to

your brain’s pillars go on holding while your pride
retreats like winter

you reach within yourself
and pull out broken furniture
there are lessons here, take them with you
                                                      take them in
                                                      to your soft heart, cold, and life-affirming.
                                                  

2 comments:

  1. "there are lessons here" - indeed.
    Wonderfully expressed

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