in the silent moments,
when nothing speaks
(you did know that, didn’t you?
Have you not heard its voice?)
and to stopper its relentless words
my mind goes elsewhere,
and I wander back thru pages of the days
and chapters of the years
and past volumes of the decades
until I stop at last
in children’s books well thumbed
and read nearly to death.
it is there I see you still,
and in your running laughter
released and giggly grasping
our guts in gales of mirth.
i see your eyes unguarded,
your innocence intact,
your trust still whole, unshattered
unsullied by grief’s touch.
I see your wispy curls, I see your toothless grin,
I hear your nonsense singing always
and you there, secrets within and harbored deep and lonely
I see you there within.
you cannot know how I feel, here
now…because the books won’t open
into your life unlived and yet to be discovered.
Well…you could believe and listen
when I reach out wholehearted
and full of love to give
and wanting to redeem all
that depression ruined
and self-loathing polluted.
lovelies I was always there
though trapped so deep inside!
I was shipwrecked just as you
when you felt choked by your hometown
well I was dying in my body
smothered in its horror.
The present yous swim into view
and lay yourselves upon
the little yous there innocent,
those brand new perfect yous
and I see at the same time
the spectrum of your beings
in scintillating sharpness
so smudged by separation
and blurred by longing tears.
I see your cold and austere looks
I hear your voice demanding
your questions stark, commanding
“what does your flaw have to do with me? What is your point?
So you suffered, big deal! Worse, you broke me mangled, mutilated
folded spindled, permeated all the air I ever breathed
with your dysphoric world!
“I was not given a choice! If I was, it would not be you!
so just step back, just go away and fade into the pages back
before our volume started, we are now ever parted”.
But as I said…they cannot read into their future
those pages remain stuck together, gummy in a messy wad
of yet to be determined, yet to there be written
in the blood of choices made and in the ink of voices raised
to speak of deeper things…or not.
regardless, I can still take out those books
and thumb the well worn pages
and read the much loved stories
of long lost wholesome glories.
and I will always love my babies there so cherished
and kissed and ever treasured, ever, ever treasured
always ever treasured.
Ooooo I especially like the 5th stanza. 5/5, Keep writing!
Thank you soo much! That encouragement means the world!
Such sadness here.
My heart is feeling heavy.
I can’t even tell you…I have not been able to complete this reading outloud…
The why is understood.
This is your most profound piece that I have read. I haven’t read them all yet. But, I just, the lump in my throat, I don’t know what to say, there are no words and yet you have them.
Thank you so much, Nicola… I am so very bleșsed to have you as my friend. 🎀🎁❤