There were so many little reasons;
you were never one
for bold and epic gestures.
Just a tedious whittling away
at my very soul.
A harrower of guilt,
a worrier of exposed bone;
it’s a wonder no one put you away
a long time ago.
It was 09:17 in the morning
and the sunlight was coming through,
faded yellow curtains,
revealing the truth of you.
There was blood caked on your lips
and cuts all over your hands,
but you were free now,
who could believe how
much difference one day makes.
But they would never understand.
This all takes me back.
Back to the days when we would play
in the forest
and there would be eyes watching.
Tall, thin people
with knives,
stalking
and we would run
and laugh,
because we didn’t know any better.
Danger was danger close,
but we never saw the ghosts
just playful shadows.
Heaven was the place you were going,
where you taking me,
where you were sending us all.
It never came to be,
turned out I didn’t want to leave.
When the men arrived,
there was a silence,
where was your violence?
You went so quietly.
It turns out
you were trying to kill
a different part of me.
Good thing you raised the seed
of an ironwood tree.
It was 09:17 in the morning
and I could hear the birds,
I could finally hear the words,
you said;
“We better get moving.
you don’t wanna let the light fade
before we go away.”
I never forgot to pray,
I was just so scared
my prayers would be answered.
You were my Marion,
and I would never let you down,
except I always let you down;
but I’m doing better now.
No one sees the wind,
but they know,
when tears their house down.
HG -2016
