Breathing Life into Pronouns by Deborah Breuer
I’ve been lost
It was dark, and I was lonely,
Although,
Not alone.
THEY were there.
Not those they.
The other THEY.
For years
And many times over.
Always one of THEM.
I was so sad and in anguish.
Nothing could fill the agonizing,
Emptiness,
IT consumed me.
And there was even a scratch in time when I had convinced myself that the emptiness was so vast,
At times there was no more room for me.
And so I set myself free the best way I knew how.
Slice.
Then I got caught.
Oops.
But,
Well, I took over a long time ago.
I don’t even know HER anymore.
Today,
I feel alive,
And whole,
Full of all the best parts of me,
With no room for that empty feeling.
And while the journey to such a lively fruition has been odious,
And karmicly dwindling,
THEY have vanished,
And I have (sigh) YOU,
You
Who has made color more vibrant,
Who breathed life into me,
And destroyed a labyrinth made of wounds and life-long scars to conquer it’s precious captive,
YOU,
Who made me a better version of me than I knew existed.
A ME that battles the warzones of life,
Head held high,
Knowing my path in life,
And who will be right beside me,
YOU.
03/13/2012 Posted on 03/13/2012 Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
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