This is the drawing of a painting I’ve posted here already, over a year ago. The drawing is stripped down and imperfect–the same way I’ve been feeling lately. The poem is newer, written about someone I know and can identify myself with.
Attention was handed over
You don’t expect it back
Your own affection limps behind
The life you could have had
Background’s far forgotten wall
Granted, stuck, strong and tall
You answer toward every heard call
Protecting all, never to fall
A delicate breath, your
Unusual, gentle selfishness
Though everyone else robs you of your best
You gratefully settle for less
With a faint belief your time will come
If you lived you will live once again
The fortunes of yours they’ve taken away
Will benefit you most in the end
You are what you have had to be
Who are you otherwise?
You’ve never fought to claim your life,
Expressed your thoughts or severed ties
Open your eyes! What do you want?
And on its own is it enough reason to try?
An ambitious weight rests dormant in you mind
What will it take to reawaken?
How sharp the knife to redefine…