A poem about the efficacy of self-love
I met her there
Already in the throes of it.
Thoughts darkened by the looming clouds
Emotions raging from the memories
Tongue sharpened, ready to convey…
Intentions calibrated away from goodness
I reacted first
As I had done in times past,
My words swift and damning.
“You see how this reveals who you are?”
But oh!
How she gentles when I turn to her,
When with kind eyes and a soothing voice I ask,
“What ails you, Child?”,
“Baby, I understand.”
Eyes slacken
Her jaw releases
Her fists unclench
And her heart opens.
Oh! How she settles when I love her.
A poem about endings
So that …
You are not left wondering when I leave
Just so the last thing I said is not the only thing you remember
I cared about you:
With an intensity that revived me
With hope that shamed my beliefs
With the mystery that undid me
My feelings, now, are varied;
Anger, sadness, release —
It’s part of the phase I’m in.
Two things, however, ground these:
That time will erase pain and allow me remember you with fondness
That at the end of the day, I wish you well. ALWAYS.
Didn’t want you ever doubtful of these when I’m gone
That’s why these words were said.
