Retaining Life
April 24, 2014
The writing is on it
But not everyone can read it
even if you insist, loudly with haughty derision
It was built
high and crooked
with each trust betrayed
the promise to come back, to be there
to keep you safe
forgotten
sliding another brick
in line against the last
the moratorium childhood sealed
We scale them, climb them
build them
around
surround us
surrogate parents
force fields against the memories
the mealless nights and the prayer meetings
the back room closet and the chair
the worst words we are not going home
Now how I long
for you
to push me hard
up against it
past my limits
my boundaries tossed aside like damp lace
The music playing
Since my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
2 comments
Disturbing.
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