Standing backward~
waiting for the walk in white.
An unseen shriveled hand
parts our trafficked path;
I blindly saunter,
tap, tap, tap …
I might find my way across, someday.
You have your way
with verbal claws digging deep,
deeper still.
Partners in your night,
aloneness, my only companion.
Past’s pain cannot outwalk this purgatory.
You had your way, I went … mine.
The survivor of borderline warfare
I incline, hearing only the waring,
whoring crescendo of muted voices
that tether me to a past
i cannot escapeescape.
The crosswalk now my friend releases the tether;
Hope, my only fulcrum to
an unknown future
And now prophetic invitation
beckons, “Walk”
calls me to an unknown home.
waiting for the walk in white.
An unseen shriveled hand
parts our trafficked path;
I blindly saunter,
tap, tap, tap …
I might find my way across, someday.
You have your way
with verbal claws digging deep,
deeper still.
Partners in your night,
aloneness, my only companion.
Past’s pain cannot outwalk this purgatory.
You had your way, I went … mine.
The survivor of borderline warfare
I incline, hearing only the waring,
whoring crescendo of muted voices
that tether me to a past
i cannot escapeescape.
The crosswalk now my friend releases the tether;
Hope, my only fulcrum to
an unknown future
And now prophetic invitation
beckons, “Walk”
calls me to an unknown home.
One day I will understand.
Written in “Woodsman days” (1977)
Written in “Woodsman days” (1977)