For my weal
by Mary J Anna
The music is empty in the air
All full of pumped up repetitive pain
i turn it off but in the silence suddenly
a swarm with two wings move in the instant...
Oh, what is this weal?
I change, bullyragging to blind willing
I change, molting and weeping
Alas I have come to know myself
I am the human falling
I am looking at a blank tv screen,
my unconscious cannot catch me.
and it will not go on like this all autumn
and it will not go on like this all winter
and it will not go on like this!
falling into another spring
or down into another summer's heat waves
There will be darkness instead!
And in it there is a fire!
and I will eat the ashes of my sins
and rise a little further,
but only so far this time to greet the fall.
I am thirsty, I will drink lip staining sugar,
I will drool and not wipe my face--
I will grin and no one will see it.
I will change.
Posted on 09/29/2007
Copyright © 2023 Mary J Anna
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/29/07 at 04:58 AM|
Sometimes we punish ourselves more than is necessary ... but coming out on the other end, a better person ... well, it can be most illuminating. This is a very well written poem. Thanks for sharing.