My heart condemned to a cell
became so shrunken by disuse
All my lovely things
shoved to a corner
near a radiator
for its rhythm, right, and heat
Crushed by all the useless rules
reigned down from The Above
proclaiming—
"Certainty!"
of “what should be.”
My heart was never made for such a small space
But now—
atrophied and bowed by fear
prison garb seems comfortable
I don't think too much of hope or love in here
Too wary and too tired
to defend the right or wrong of it—or me
The sentence: so much more than I could bear:
“Life of Loneliness
no parole"
It’s good I didn’t hear the words
I would’ve died of grief
But all those years—
I served!
____
I wipe my eyes on the reprieve
Spent some time—
on my release
in cold gusts by the shore
where there’s room-- so finally
to breathe
Lifted my eyes into
the risk of clouds
the withered sun
If wind and sorrow
share the tears
that have returned
I figure...
so can we...
...share love
in a large room
knocking down guilt’s darkest walls
where souls make jails to keep from getting free
...Let them find each other there
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
My heart condemned to a cell
became so shrunken by disuse
All my lovely things
shoved to a corner
near a radiator
for its rhythm, right, and heat
Crushed by all the useless rules
reigned down from The Above
proclaiming—
"Certainty!"
of “what should be.”
My heart was never made for such a small space
But now—
atrophied and bowed by fear
prison garb seems comfortable
I don't think too much of hope or love in here
Too wary and too tired
to defend the right or wrong of it—or me
The sentence: so much more than I could bear:
“Life of Loneliness
no parole"
It’s good I didn’t hear the words
I would’ve died of grief
But all those years—
I served!
____
I wipe my eyes on the reprieve
Spent some time—
on my release
in cold gusts by the shore
where there’s room-- so finally
to breathe
Lifted my eyes into
the risk of clouds
the withered sun
If wind and sorrow
share the tears
that have returned
I figure...
so can we...
...share love
in a large room
knocking down guilt’s darkest walls
where souls make jails to keep from getting free
...Let them find each other there