She is
a tribute
to unfulfilled potential…
lighting up another joint;
perfect compliment
to the next glass of wine.
(red wine stains have to be removed with salt)
Wine stains
easier to remove
than those
which mar
childhood
dreams.
Ranting
about the state of the world;
intellect still shines
through the
drunken stupor.
All that has been lost
is apparent
beneath the drink and paranoia,
a creative soul,
bound;
lost
to poor choices:
Mind altering substances
Over a life of substance.
So easy to blame
childhood shames
for every unfulfilled
dream
dreamt.
(If that doesn’t work, you can always blame the kids)
Every goal un-met
surrendered to the altar
of sickly past roots;
blighted growth
worshipped
as God the creator;
the creator
of this
version
of
Her self.
Should those ribs crack open,
would they expose
something shriveled,
black and dead?
Would we turn,
Gagging on the smell
of
rotting potential,
recriminations,
and lost opportunities?
Would there only be
a mere shell
of what once throbbed…
vibrant,
rich and red?
A head filled of poisonous pus
forever focused
on others’ actions,
evading her own
responsibility.
Never acknowledging
pains she caused,
or the blessings
hidden
within each curse.
Although forgiven,
pity and regret remain.
The future
seems futile
without
hope for change
here.
I flee
knowing that
this
can never be
me.
Yet
this is the womb
that birthed me
in more ways than one.
The impetus
to my strength
and the resolve
in my character
The negative
role model
who I will
always pray for
even
as I run
the other way.
Katherine Felix
2011-12-30
