Wednesday, November 2, 2011

familiar foe

Anger
bubbles through my soul.
caustic curses
that have torn strips off
Me
and loved ones
(my babies small)

Aghast again
venom pours through cursed lips
making me hate
~self~
that
much
m o r e

I know the cause
I know it is bigger,
deeper and more profound
than just a broken nail
blistered thumb
or spilt milk
no...

there is grief there
(familiar foe!)
always ready to push
scrape away esteem
like blowing dust
off my oft-forgotten
soul

somehow easier 
to point fingers
backwards,
elsewhere...
blame time and me
as I sit sadly 
alone

because when it comes down to it
am I not at fault?
is it not I 
with power to hold tongue
to beseech higher powers
to give strength
understanding and love

nay
I crawl back into self
back unto my bed of nails
that I push into hands
eye and mouth
anything 
to stop 
stop
.


(perhaps words and fog 
will make 
these grumps
disappear

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