Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Sep 12, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I’ve been fighting really hard
    To hold on to this person that I love.
    This beautiful
    Gentle person

    And it hurts
    To see her dying
    A little more each day.

    To watch her trying to save the world
    Burning through everything she’s got
    Till there’s nothing left to feel it with.
    I want to pick her up
    And hold her like a child
    And tell her it’s gonna be okay.

    But close
    Immeasurably close as I am
    I can’t reach her.

    I’m waiting for the day
    When she takes one step too many
    Drowns for the last time
    Swallows for the last time
    And feels it choke on the way down.

    I’m worried
    Because I don’t know how to save her

    Or make her listen
    To the things that love her
    The things she loves
    The people that tie her here.

    I wish I was clairvoyant
    I could read peoples minds
    Or see the future
    Or move the universe with a flick of my mind
    But I can’t even raise my body off this bed

    And I can’t separate from this weight around my neck
    This secondary body
    With its alien mind.
    I can’t save her

    Because I am her.

    I am lucid in this moment
    And serrated from myself.

    My pronouns lie
    Like everything else.
    She…is beautiful.
    She…is worthy of everything she owns
    And that owns her.
    I am beautiful.
    I am worthy
    Of this dreadfully tiring life I am trying to live.

    It is not I Think Therefore I Am.
    For me
    It is and always has been
    I Am Therefore I Think
    And always will be
    And that
    is just something I am going to have to live with.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    Another brilliant piece of work!! I don't know how you manage to keep coming up with this stuff but I love it, I do.:smile: :smile:

    Thank you for sharing yourself (and ourselves) with us.

    least xoxoxox
  3. That's so touching and true - if only we could love ourselves. And I love the last stanza...

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