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Between the Warrior and the Witch
another trip around the sun
my yearly reckoning beckons
groaning, heavy
with unanswered questions,
swirling like distant galaxies
it’s past time to explore
did I love without conditions?
my soul shouts, yes!
but the bodies stacked
out back by the shed
of my selfishness
would speak otherwise
if they could still speak at all
my mother used to say
the heart wants what it wants
but I’m guessing she didn’t know
she’d given birth
to a black hole
did I accept love given to me?
defiantly, I’d say that I tried
perhaps harder than before
but we both know
I rubbed it into my skin
to keep from ingesting it
washing it off frequently
uncomfortable
with how soft it made me feel;
my limbs entangled with yours -
that, I could take
but not if my heart, raw
was touched in the process
no, not that
the young warrior
flaming sword at the ready
proudly counting the battles won,
bloody trophies scored;
looted from the carnage she left behind
in her greed for destruction
to mask her need for connection;
guilt is a useless emotion
but it wears like dusty leather,
restricting her movements
the wise old witch
stitching tales into blankets
with her magic wand
bent with the weight
of carrying her own history
its joy and pain
poured in equal measure;
she isn’t ready to share with me
the peace she’s found;
one day she will give me her secrets,
but not today
I stand here in the chasm
between the warrior and the witch
one has given me her raven hair
the other has given me her silver
holding their hands in mine,
I am neither -
the first not yet cast aside
and the second has not arrived;
for now, I am content
to be both
my yearly reckoning beckons
groaning, heavy
with unanswered questions,
swirling like distant galaxies
it’s past time to explore
did I love without conditions?
my soul shouts, yes!
but the bodies stacked
out back by the shed
of my selfishness
would speak otherwise
if they could still speak at all
my mother used to say
the heart wants what it wants
but I’m guessing she didn’t know
she’d given birth
to a black hole
did I accept love given to me?
defiantly, I’d say that I tried
perhaps harder than before
but we both know
I rubbed it into my skin
to keep from ingesting it
washing it off frequently
uncomfortable
with how soft it made me feel;
my limbs entangled with yours -
that, I could take
but not if my heart, raw
was touched in the process
no, not that
the young warrior
flaming sword at the ready
proudly counting the battles won,
bloody trophies scored;
looted from the carnage she left behind
in her greed for destruction
to mask her need for connection;
guilt is a useless emotion
but it wears like dusty leather,
restricting her movements
the wise old witch
stitching tales into blankets
with her magic wand
bent with the weight
of carrying her own history
its joy and pain
poured in equal measure;
she isn’t ready to share with me
the peace she’s found;
one day she will give me her secrets,
but not today
I stand here in the chasm
between the warrior and the witch
one has given me her raven hair
the other has given me her silver
holding their hands in mine,
I am neither -
the first not yet cast aside
and the second has not arrived;
for now, I am content
to be both
Published 31st Mar 2020
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Wonderful spill of reflection
Reads almost like a Fantasy tale
almost. . .
(btw -- Wish You a Happy Birthday)
Reads almost like a Fantasy tale
almost. . .
(btw -- Wish You a Happy Birthday)
31st Mar 2020 7:45pm
Dear L,
Intricately woven and wonderfully told between the two worlds. This is a fabulous work of reflection from last year to this. I’d say it was a great success by measure of all your outstanding poems. I hope you have/had a wonderful day and treated yourself kindly! Happy Birthday. H🌷🎂
Intricately woven and wonderfully told between the two worlds. This is a fabulous work of reflection from last year to this. I’d say it was a great success by measure of all your outstanding poems. I hope you have/had a wonderful day and treated yourself kindly! Happy Birthday. H🌷🎂
31st Mar 2020 9:42pm
Happy birthday! Mine is friday, and I can relate to this in full.
This is wonderfully narrative....blending the metaphorical serial killer, and the wisdom of a wise old crow. ..justified or not, the bodies on my indictment are high as well, but I have made amends and learned from them. That is all that i ask for my jury to consider,
Thank you for this engaging piece
This is wonderfully narrative....blending the metaphorical serial killer, and the wisdom of a wise old crow. ..justified or not, the bodies on my indictment are high as well, but I have made amends and learned from them. That is all that i ask for my jury to consider,
Thank you for this engaging piece
