At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
Two voices
One body
Battling for control
One to live
The other to die
In the arena of the mind
Two voices will enter
Only one will survive
Children fantasize about
The Happily Ever
Everyone is saved
All adversity is conquered
Love awaits at the end
Of every story
Not knowing that
Life is a constant line of
Broken Happy Ever Afters
A rock & roll star
Playing your favorite songs
An actress on stage and screen
Molding myself into the characters you love
A teacher
Respected by her students
A doctor or nurse
Healing those around the world
A writer
Inspiring people with her words
A friend
Who was always there
A family member
Always thought about and cherished
Could I have been
Anyone other than who I’ve become
I’ve tried it all
And still feel like
No one people think about
As much as I think about them
Someone lost
In the darkest corners of my mind
Alone
Without any hope
For what the future holds
Wandering aimlessly for a purpose
Trying everything
I can grasp onto
And not succeeding
At any one thing
Losing myself to the void
That is life
Is that life?
The walls have caved in
I’m all alone
I’m on my own
The dust is thick
Hard to breathe
The weight is pushing me down
Every second I’m in this hole
What do I do
I know there’s no one coming
I can give up
Lie here
Until
My lungs
My organs
My bones
Are done
Trying to sustain me
Or can I fight
What is there to latch onto
Will the air become clear
Will I be able to move
Just an inch at a time
Do I fight
Do I give in
Is this the fate I have been designated
Or is there more
A light pulls me
Do I go
I go…
It is either
The light of the end
Or a new hope for tomorrow
It is an answer
The border was open for all
No passports needed
Shop
Dance
Drink
A good time for all
To be had
Now
Just a memory
Of times
When the most to fear
Was not having the extra ten dollars
In your pocket
Just in case la policies stopped you
No worries of La Migra
Taking your friends away
Because they weren’t from
Your town
El Paso
Sister to Juarez
Two cities
That formed as one
Two countries
Joined by the cities
Now just a memory of yesteryear
Dancing to Gloria Estefan
Washing dishes
Thinking about those days in Mexico
Tequila shots at the start of the night
Drinking and dancing
Until it was time to go
Continuing to sing and dance
Walking across the bridge
Mexico to El Paso
“American” we would say
With no questions asked
Back when it didn’t matter
What side you were from
As long as you had fun
Those were the days
Long passed
Now to feel
The memories of those nights
All I can do is play the music
Take a shot of tequila
Sing and dance
While
Doing the dishes
Tell those who love you
Stop
It’s not worth it anymore
And it’s ok
You are not their problem anymore
It’s ok to let go.
Please let go.
It’s hurts to tell them that
You are tired.
That you
Have no more strength.
That you
Have no more fight left in you.
You know it hurts to hear
But as exhausted as they are
You feel that
Times 100.
They will move on
They are not weak.
Not like you are now.
Too many tears,
Too many sleepless nights,
Too much
Just too much.
The therapy,
The pills,
The hope that goes only so far.
It’s done.
You’re done.
I wish I could drive
However long it takes
Just to get to someone
Whose arms I could fall into
Someone who will hold me
As I cry my eyes out
For reasons unknown
Or reasons that can’t be explained
Because the words won’t come out
I wish I could drive
Away from here
To somewhere I know I could belong
But I am a nomad
Nowhere to go
Too much to take on
They may see
But only really looking
For a soft spot to land
I am a spaceship
Entering the atmosphere with no where to land
If I land in the ocean
I drown
If I land on the earth
I will be crushed
So I drive
For miles
Hoping to find a place
To rest my weary heart
And begin a new