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Even Ground
by Jody PrattThis is the pillar that falls beneath me
crumbled and in ruin;
laid out beside my shattered self.
I lay here surprised and barely alive,
it seems the pile of rubble stands taller
than I ever have.
The dust of the column smothers my skin
and I choke on the soot in the air.
It seems that crumbs of support linger,
and I cough on their floating repair.
Through the haze of reminder
I see shadows grow closer.
Unable to sink any lower, now I know fear;
pray they don't come too near.
The shadows are enemies in a fog of family
and friends who held me up there.
I had failed to see, without them I'd fall
and now I have lost that sturdy pillar.
My arrogance depletes me but
no enemy defeats me
because my pillar helps me disappear.
As my world crumbles
I can be thankful
that those who love me
will always be here. 12/10/2012 Posted on 12/10/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angie Jenkins on 12/11/12 at 04:29 AM I will always be one of the crumbs of support :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/02/13 at 01:30 AM Nicely worded confessional piece. I like the way you've used pilar as concrete and metaphoric images. As you've pointed out, getting along with family isn't always easy, but in the end, who else do really we have? And friendship is different. Continued success with your writing Jody in 2013! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/23/21 at 09:01 PM Loved this- especially the last stanza |
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