Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Words

Once upon a time
Those words
There upon the page
Set my heart flying
My soul
Happy and free
Dancing through the skies
Thinking your words
Were truth
Relics
From a simpler age
Feeling
The luckiest girl
I savored those words
Wrapped them around me
And let them fuel
A fire
Too dangerous
For even me
(So used to fire)
To allow to burn

Once upon a time
Your words
Were beautiful
Honest representations
Of an immaculate heart
So overtaken
By your words
I blinded myself
To your actions
And the actual
State
Of your heart

When your actions
Overcame
Your ability
To talk yourself
Out of the consequences
Still
Your words
Reached and pulled
Then
Eventually
In desperation
They struck out
Sometimes
In retaliation
Sometimes
In recrimination
Until I could not bear
To read
A
Single
Word

The strength
Of one's words
Equals
The strength
Of one's beliefs
PLUS
The belief
Which others
Carry
In one

When you are given
A gift
Of one
Who believes
Unquestioningly
In every word
And carries
Each word
In her heart
Day after day
Even when those words
Become heavy with pain
And confusion
And loss

When you are given
Such a gift
And you
Rather than cherish it
And hold it to your heart
Question it
And throw it away
But not before
You thoroughly destroy it
Not only for your own purposes
But for the purposes of those after you
For the foreseeable future

Do not ever
EVER
Ask
For that gift back

It is insulting

Your words
Mean less than nothing now
I trust not so much as a single letter
As if "I" ever meant "I"
Surely it never did
And that's just the one letter
Much less all the others
Written in sequence
Written in rhyme

I listen
With an ecstatic heart
For the tree
To finally
Fall