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There is perhaps a sky; that part is unclear (poetry)
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by
jessicaj
Mon Apr 03 2017 at 14:29:38
Let us write a story.
We'll call the characters
Mom, dad, children
; 2.5
We'll give them a house.
It will be
his castle
.
He will work hard,
she will plant a garden.
This goes on for a while;
until the day he mows
down the raspberry patch.
Let us peer through
the unclear windows.
See the greasy dishes
sitting on
grimy countertops
.
Hear the heated arguments
that become quiet and
chilly
.
Ultimately they grow
tired of fighting.
He works more hours,
what does she do
?
Let us skip ahead
to happier times.
Surely there must be
at least one sun filled
day. Perhaps there was
a sky filled with
cumulonimbus clouds
where bright eyed children
chased dragonflies before
bath and bedtime.
Today his castle has
a fresh coat of paint.
Floors have been stripped,
revarnished. The bathroom
was redone in cool gray.
Maple flooring
and cabinetry
make this home a prize.
Corner lot, three car garage,
patio, newer roof and well.
A yellow playhouse in back.
It's a great house for kids
I thought to myself
as I agonized over the
bloody scratches that
decorated my daughter's
arms. Today they are scars.
Pale, purplish, haunting
.
But she's fine he says.
Just like the other girl
who sits in
silence
.
Nobody wins the game
of who has been hurt more.
Let's be accountable,
responsible. Admit that I
left chicken sitting out,
cheated on him, let laundry
rot down in the basement.
Spent money I didn't have
to buy things I would
later give to
Goodwill
.
Let's give these people
parents. Grandparents
who call the mom crazy,
maybe she is, after all
the last thing she can
remember from her
day before being
admitted to a psych
ward are mold spores
constricting her airways.
Let's give these people
jobs; income, but
a new
source of conflict and
tension. You could cut
it with a knife, if only
we had one that was
clean. Your world gets
smaller as you age.
Perhaps there is a
sky; is that a rainbow?
Friday night; pounding
on the door, matching
that of my heart. My
daughter is scared, it's
11:30 PM, I was
terrified
when my mom called
my oldest daughter.
They had plans, but
I had been excluded
from their plot.
Let's help these people.
A psychiatrist said -
the worst thing
he did to you was to
undermine your authority
in front of the girls. (
Really
?)
Suicide
is the easy
way out. I hate it
when the two halves
of my brain
disconnect
.
Let's give these people
hope for the future
.
They are bright, but
their self esteem is
so low, how can we
teach them to love
themselves more?
Maybe we can make
some meals, and
do the dishes, together.
These people live
in caring communities.
They can play cards,
go for walks, knit,
read, talk, laugh,
hug. They can stand
near the balcony
watching the sky
turn black
, knowing
any storm can be weathered.
P.S.
There is a sky. That part is clear
.
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
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