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Merlin's Soliloquy

by Leandra K Brossard

Why me?
Out of so many hundreds of people,
why me?

To be born with the Sight is understandable,
It was one of my mother's qualities,
though her's was to a lesser extent..

Why do I know nothing of my father?
Why has my mother told me nothing of him,
was he a man, as other men,
Or was I, as some say,
begotten of the devil?

Why, since the Sight is not isolated
in my mother and myself,
is the God at work in me and not some other?

Ah yes..
The God. In my self-contemplation I had almost forgotten,
Forgotten how people look at me,
No, stare at me, as if expecting me to assume some
monstrous form at any second
and run rampaging about.
If one were to tell them that I am the Devil himself, they would believe it.
The people are frightened of what I am,
of what I have become.

I too, am frightened of what I am,
Frightened of the sheer awesomeness of the Power.
They have no idea what it's like,
when I Prophesy.
The Power, swirling around me and through me,
tossing me about like a leaf in a hurricane,
As the God comes,
rending my flesh to get into me,
and then, having accomplished what He wished,
tearing Himself out in the same
violent manner in which he came.

Afterwards, remembering nothing
of what was said or done,
I am aware only of a slight lingering pain,
then I feel light an hollow, like an angel flying.

Still though, through it all,
lies a deep primordial fear,
A fear of the God and the Power He has over me.

And then, as if to further twist the knife embedded in my chest,
I have "seen" my own end,

And I see the deaths of my friends as well.

I see many things,
but the one thing which I cannot see,
is whether this so-called "gift" of mine,
is really a gift,
or whether it is a curse which I must bear
to the end of my days.


Posted on 09/25/2001
Copyright © 2021 Leandra K Brossard

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 09/03/03 at 02:58 AM

There is power in the way you present this story. Wonderfully written, it draws you in and holds you there until the end!

Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/11/04 at 09:26 AM

a haunting story, the closing few paragraphs in particular have great impact. "And I see the deaths of my friends as well"..

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