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I do not yield

by Rebecca Andre

To be unyielding fragility in the storm.
(a piece of straw can puncture a tree trunk)
If I yield before knowing I will cease to be.

I will be unbeing in my mind,
Tool, puppet, string.
Clarity has been promised to nonpredetermined SELF
Even if it means I miss the moon for the finger
(tragedies line my shelves this is nothing new)

I search for opened eyes and patchwork quilts
All the loveshining to be an umbrella
Not knowing if I should let the rain fall
To stumble
To slide
To plummet

Oh these simple words these simple thoughts.
You silly girl why can’t you just be.
Why can’t you just be.

I think I’ve found ItYouLove -
A piercing of the great divide.
I think I’ve lost ItYouLove too

The darkness of this uncertainty
punctures and stains.
Like a drumbeat of self mutilation from fear and shame.
(You thought I didn’t feel it didn’t you)
Yet I cannot rest.
I cannot help but unfurl.
It is like a gene triggered, a falling with gravity,
A new law bodydiscovered at last.

So I tilt for the blue skies the green grasses the moving waters
I’ve never had a You that fills all my words.
[Are you reading this now?]

Simple words simple thoughts. It doesn’t matter. You won’t remember anyway.
Why cant you just be.


Posted on 04/19/2021
Copyright © 2023 Rebecca Andre

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