Synopsis by Vikki OwensThe months and years have rolled by,
we are more people now,
here in this marriage,
than we were when we were two, standing at the altar.
There is you and me
and the person you become when you think those
sticky, clinging things, left over un-remembered rememberings
(no one knows what you mean, but I do. Yes, I do.)
and the you that turns impatient at the slightest thing,
the you that repeats the same routine
everyday to the detriment of your life, to the detriment of my nerves,
we two have become well acquainted.
There is the you who is my best friend
as has stuck by me through thick and thin,
who has worried for my safty and been a soft place to land,
and there is the tin-man, so cold and so rusty that I cant find
a place to slip in.
There is the unforgiving you, and the resentful you
and the scared little boy who points his head at the floor
in the midst of an argument,
and the adolescent who is still learning who he is, and reaches out
tendrils, begging for acceptance, which I always give.
Who are these people anyway? They are an Adonis, they are an Icarus...
They are Peter Pan, they are Tantalus. They are Narcissus...
They are my Jason with his Argonauts all rolled into one..
There are the you's, and there is me,
and I am divided between
the girl that I was then, before you rescued me, and the woman I am now,
and you in need of rescuing.
There is the me that covers you with love like it was honey....
I am a tree, with branches of deceit, the lies I feel inside of me, the illusions
that I weave, my perceptions about the world around me,
about the husbands that surround me,
and yet they come together with the sky that is our life, the leaves touching sometimes,
sometimes falling like rain.
There is the girl who Realized about herself and tried.
There is the girl who covers her eyes and sits on her hands still.
There is the Anger that drenches both the you's and the me's, the indignation
and offense that is taken so quickly,
the he-loves-me/he-loves-me not, petal pulling girl who defies you,
and the small helpless infant who's only need is to see the outline of your face
through undeveloped eyes and hear the heartbeat of your love through the walls of
this marriage.
01/22/2009 Posted on 01/22/2009 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 01/22/09 at 04:29 PM Ayup. Marriage. It only took me about 17 years to understand what you mean. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/22/09 at 05:20 PM You make it sound like it's a pretty decent deal, like the good can still outweigh the bad at the end of the day. I like that, and I like what you did with that thought here. |
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