Ruined Remnants

Eyes closed, 

Head tilted upward 

The heaviness of your brain seems 

To be too much 

For your spine to bear... 

Collapse 

Neverending.

Falling into an oblivion.

Hands groping in darkness,

Moans, rhymically rise. 

Is this heaven or  

Hell? 

Faint--stars dance across the back

Of your black irises;

Tanned skin turns pale and clammy. 

You feel a brush of wind,

The kiss of fear,

The bruise of loss.

Darkness engulfs you.

Afraid to face your foremothers,

To hear the accusations,

To look in the mirror--to see your own reflection. 

Regain the loss

Knowledge. 

Admit that like Odysseus you ran,

From your destiny, your family. 

Captivated by the sirens,

You wonder what lies at

The bottom of the sea.

The wreckage--are the age old myths true? 

You want to gather your sword

Unsheith it, 

Marvel at its power and glory. 

Slice through both man and woman.

Stitch them together. 

Intertwining--anew. 

Mountains so high, overlooking

Landscapes of lush greens.

Triumph.

The air is thinner up here.

To face titians--must you 

Become one yourself?

Invoke fear, respect.

Drunk on power. 

Leader of change or 

Enforcer? 

Blood plusates through you

Lonely, wanting nothing

But to give and to love. 

A willing victim.

Will your lost coin ever be returned? 

The locket of your lover sits in the 

Window of an antique store.

Will the tears ever cease to fall?

Broken and dirty you mall yourself, 

Scratching till your dirt filled nails

Begin to bleed.

Is this insanity? 

Why is the measure of love loss? 

Feral and free

You emerge from your cave

And into the sun.