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
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
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