Relic

I am a raw nerve,
exposed to the elements.
I am a crushed seed,
a heart cramping,
a scream caught in a throat
forever.
A crab with no shell
clinging desperately to a rock,
battered by a sullen sea.

I am a bucket,
pierced by a thousand arrows.
Barely contained,
I spill myself uselessly
about this place and that
and I’m mopped with a pitiful glance,
again.
Don’t mind her, she’s broken.
She does that.

I won’t be loved.

I make origami of me.
Fold myself over and over
’til I’m infinitesimal, ’til I could slip
through a crack
in the floorboards.
I reduce myself
to a speck of dust
and dream of becoming an atom.
Unnoticed.

I am a swan
with a broken neck flopping,
lost to grace-
still paddling maniacally,
hopelessly,
like some hellish miracle.
I could care less,
but I’ll never know how.
I am a relic
from another dimension-
I cannot breathe this atmosphere.

Relic
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5 thoughts on “Relic

  • September 13, 2020 at 11:37
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    This post is a poignantly beautiful painting-in-words of the shadow. Although only a small part of us, is quite incredibly potent. Namaste, dear soul 💕🙏💕

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    • September 13, 2020 at 16:56
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      Thank you so much 💜 I had intended it to veer towards the light at the end, but it didn’t want to so I let it Be.

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  • October 7, 2020 at 21:17
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    Amazingly written!! So raw and fierce and realistic in its many allegories… Just the style I like! <3

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    • October 7, 2020 at 21:25
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      Thank you so much 🙏🏻💓 I think we have very similar taste!

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