7 and counting
i.
when i was a child i used to think that we only had seven layers of skin
and that each time i scraped my knee another tally was marked
and on the seventh fall on the concrete floor there would be blood
and there would be bone
exposed for the whole world to see
much to my detriment
but i was seven then
and had yet to learn what it means
to have thick skin
I fall asleep to the sound of the highway - I dream in fog lines and blinding headlights
ii.
I used to be afraid of the dark
like any kid would cower at the valleys of shadow
that pool beneath the trees lining the highway at night
and I’d remember thoughts of monsters
lurking where the eyes can't see
blundering from beneath the horizon
to take me
I didn't know
what else was hiding in the darkness
and most of all
I was afraid
now between a gridlock of red
blurred tail lights and gaps
between the light
I see the darkness
the way the stars embrace the shadows
and the stars are not afraid of the dark
even as the light is swallowed by the valleys
and I note
they do not hide their faces behind frozen windows
and a metal frame
and I think to myself
I am not afraid
(of the dark)
an objective comparison of here and there
iii.
start with a statement
'i don't know who i am'
and stick it on a lathe with a chisel in hand
and here begins the hard part
these are my formative years i was
a hunk of wood not shapeless but rough
like a virgin hill of sand untouched
until fingers were stuck between the grains
and put a chisel to my skin by god
it hurt to have those layers scraped away
work at my skin and bones
until my inner being was exposed
but then i was something-
i will be something
i'll make an object(ive) out of me yet
it doesn't get any easier from here just quite yet
but i can see it i can see the shape forming
not quite a masterpiece but almost
beauty - it's there i can picture it
just a few more rounds with the chisel
then stop to examine the remnants
i've lost only the trimmings the gristle
and there is an end a purpose
i will be complete once yet
end with a statement
'i know who i am'
sweep the negatives off the floor
and match me up to the blueprint
but for now there's work to be done
and i've still to see the best of me yet
18.
iv.
love me softly, i said
don't love me i am
18 i don't need to
be loved
i want/need/crave, i
romanticise and the problem
is i
I
i.
18. Reprise
v.
measure out the distance
the breathing room
the expectations - measure up
like boxes to fit the lists
i make of you in my mind
what i make is -
Three Years Later
vi.
have You ever looked in the mirror just to like what you see
?
I look in the mirror
Daily.
i see no answers
the questions
???
it's all the same to Me
to care
to be vain
to learn to fog the glass
there is Change
but only in the acceptance
of the unknown.
i am 18
I am 21
the answers are clear
the mirror is
at fault
(less)
the mirror cannot matter
when You refuse to look
it only looks back
I stopped looking back
it Was about the reflection
the truth is
it's forward from here on out.
The End
vii.
there is no end
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