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.
5 Comments
difundelaluz
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 💕🙏💕
boudika
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.
difundelaluz
Perfect exactly as it is 🌹
Vall
Amazingly written!! So raw and fierce and realistic in its many allegories… Just the style I like! <3
boudika
Thank you so much 🙏🏻💓 I think we have very similar taste!