I was reminded today of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I wanted to share it. I’m not currently breaking up with anyone or drastically changing my life these days, but I’ve been musing on the ups and downs of emotions and mental stability which we wade through as the years go by… What are these fires we are forged in? What are the meanings that we make? How to dip into a lake of resilience and make home in a decision to keep living, to continue, or to move on…?
Six Seeds
By Creature/Karin Webb
Your ghost is in smells that I unwittingly bump into
I turn over in bed and your pillow attacks
Right now I don’t want to be reminded
But where are you when I do
Your ghost is unreliable, a trait I should have become familiar
Your ghost could be banished with a burning torch of sage
And I don’t want to
I’m not ready
I don’t want to live with you, Ghost
But I can’t seem to clean myself up and move on today
I am not unlike Ghost
Here but hidden
Persephone roaming the halls of her home
It wasn’t underworld love that we chose
It was flowers and fruit
Flirtation with pain and desire
It was laughter through tears, discovering sex, holding hands, jumping into adventure, fixing things that got broken along the way
I let you calm me into coming
Your cave seemed a castle, but you don’t escape it yourself
And I wander
I was slowly forgetting the fields, and the others above
One by one red pieces of that beautiful tree come up in my mouth
Omen there will be daylight
I will dance with the family I call home
Grass will grow
Snow will melt
And I don’t know who I’ll be on that day
I not sure who I have been
Today I sit with you, wantedunwanted loved ghost
Breathe you in
Feel pain the shape of separation
The shape of self pity and old fears
Cry the shape of loss
Until I’m tired/sick/happy/old/rested enough to seek out what I must
My own
Solid
Flesh
Play On My Friends,
~ Creature
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