You're the anchor in my waters, but the rope has snapped and my ship still sails while you sink you are Everest when I need you flat and I climb when I'm already on the brink You're a barbed wire fence in the glaring sun my eyes are raw and yet your borders will not blur you're a muffled murmur in a crowded room and when I need you to scream, you slur You're a goddess who created an unfathomable form you are tumbleweed in my Zen garden and the fibre that is me unravels in your storm a Picasso on a beach as the tide is coming in and when the tide recedes, you leave a pattern it's a thumbprint, and it looks just like mine and while your life force has long been depleted I know I will heal over time and I know... I know... when I bleed you I bleed... I am bleeding, too and as surely as your spirit lives within me I hurt just the same as you.
Reason for writing:
For Monika, died 1983
Birth sign: Leo
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