Author’s Note: Hoping against all hope this is the last on this topic for this year. Late fall was never my time of year; I always seemed to face tough decisions with the wrong outcome or received bad news. (Yes, I am publishing way after authoring. 🙂 )
Always different, never fitting in,
Meandering, orbiting, never connecting,
Yet somehow I found brothers and friends.
But the shackle on my finger
Locked the blinders on my eyes.
A weapon invisible in the distant mists
Barred me from taking the shackle and blinders off.
My heart was frozen…
My mind was a rock…
My tongue was a sword…
I wanted to push you away,
To protect you,
I couldn’t, wouldn’t cradle bloody, cold corpses.
I just wanted to hide in the open for a while
So your lives could shine.
I called “Olly-Olly-Oxen-Free,”
But you were all gone,
Like sand flowing over my fingers
Digging at the shore.
Some are lost, some are found,
And nothing’s coming back,
Nothing’s back for me now.
And though I’ve seen light and life and joy,
The prison door’s still open.
I crawl in,
Covered in my briny tears,
Wallowing in guilt and loss, shame and remorse.
Then push out,
Becoming a joy filled robot again.
I want to tear the prison down;
I want to let it all go;
I want to really live free with joy.
It’s only words–
Too few at the time,
Too many too late.