pay no attention to the flashing sign that reads fragile by Rachelle Howei've decided i'm alone in my skin.
the reclusive chord in me is ringing
E flat.
i wonder now,
as i sit slumped in my chair,
riveted in coy conversation,
whether nor not i'm truly living.
they say i am, and all is well.
they say the world is round, and all believe.
how did we get to be this way?
was it all so simple?
once, i felt that i could swim from here to china,
take a ferry, and ford my way across.
i was wrong.
i found boats don't move well in the mud,
and feet are usually weighted down
while trapped in cement.
i'm void.
not entirely so,
for my holes have been filled
with paper weights.
i want a pet rock.
i want to see it grow.
i want to hear the tales
of what it is to forever be cold,
and distant, and solid.
i want to be a building
that can withstand hurricanes.
i want so many things,
and so many things want me.
how is it then that
i've come to be the girl called raz?
rachelle. raggy.
there are so many wormtongues and
i'm still at a loss.
what is loss?
that would insinuate that we own anything,
which is futile and a blatant lie.
i can't own anything.
i can't even collar myself.
i could be a slave...
i could be a Queen, a King.
i could be an emperor and own new clothes.
but I will never be allowed out,
i'll always be under house arrest.
a captive.
a prisoner of war.
for it would take bulldozers
to break me away
from the blatant obligations
i've relented to.
09/04/2003 Author's Note: this wasn't supposed to be a poem. i don't know why it is. it's actually a letter, but... eh. too late now.
Posted on 09/04/2003 Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/03 at 05:41 PM Such exquisite introspective pain and exploration. A touching and honest view from the inside out. Great read. |
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/05/03 at 12:59 AM i was mesmorized and drawn in from the very first line...it is beautiful inside your thoughts, expressed in words...i love this as a poem whatever it was intended to be |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/06/03 at 02:23 AM 'i'll always be under house arrest.
a captive.
a prisoner of war' This speaks of our terrifying situation.The conflict is inevitable. The surrender too. Those who can not postpone LIVING shall remain in this perpetual conflict. But then thats the only proof that one is ALIVE. Its better than an indefinite postponement.
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