Tonight I was working on graphics for the National Poetry Month series I'm creating in my Word-Love Writing Community on Facebook. It started with reading interviews of Celeste Ng, author of Little Fires Everywhere
It turned into a dance of sorts with feelings deep inside my belly and this poem is the first creative expression to be conceived and (at least a first draft) born of it.
I guess this is what happens when one stops blaming herself for every ill will that occurs in her life. Sometimes other people are at cause of the pain that appears in your life, my love. This is one of those cases.
Whispers: A Poem
They never let me say it.
They never let me face them and declare it.
They never wanted to engage in the possibility
they might be wrong to behave
the way they did and probably still do.
You don’t have to protect the world from harm
you were not made to sacrifice everything for everyone else
you do not deserve to be slashed open in order for others to thrive
you may - - -
She almost wrote trust but that’s too big.
That’s too big I cannot and I will not and no, you can’t they can’t
Make me trust because it is too - -
Say the word.
I won’t. They never let me say it.
They never let me face them and declare
it. They never wanted to engage in the
possibility they weren’t safe to be trusted
because they are dangerous due to the fact
they have never engaged in the truth of the dark.
They have only been reckless in the lies of the dark.
Whispered what they thought would get them what they wanted
in the dark, not the subtle nuances of the curved lines
that can’t be explained.
How dare they say,
How dare you say
How dare he say
I can’t yet say it.
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And this is the point I chose to step back and go with what was able to be said.
I will return to hear what more is out there - waiting to be translated.
