Elie's Poetry Corner

I know your self-esteem is tangled with his love that's how he knows, no matter what, it'll never be enough... to make you leave. I know you cry at night, and think you're all alone you're praying for a sign, and he throws you a bone so you won't leave. I know you hide the bruise, explain away the scar you never will admit, that he has gone too far and you don't leave. You think that he is broken, and you alone can heal explain away his drinking, it's his only way to deal but you don't leave. I heard last night you left, took all that you could take too bad you're in a sleep, from which you'll never wake.

You stab me with the knife of indifference right before you plunge me into the icy cold depths of apathy. All this as you smirk, and nudge and whisper. But as I get close the talking stops and silence reigns. And it is clear that you... think... you're... better... than... me. Better because: your clothes are neatly pressed... Your children are more well-behaved... you chose not to have children... You don't make as many mistakes... you don't forget things... You make friends easily... You're still married... You chose not to marry... And you smirk and laugh and judge so easily. You think you know me at a glance. You see: The way I dress. My shy manner. My rowdy children. My forgetfulness. You see my mistakes. But you don't see me. You never see me. You never know me. And you lose:  the comfort I give when my friends are in need.  a sympathetic ear. The thought I put into my gifts. My silliness and my humor. my empathy. The fun we coul...

There was a me, who used to be so very long ago. So much I was naïve about so much I didn't know. I thought the world was simple I thought I understood That I knew all about myself that I did what I should But now it's complicated I know that I was wrong. And when I look into the past, should have known all along The knowledge I possess now, was really always there I could have learned it back then, back then I didn't care. If I go back in history, years carefully arranged will I find that catalyst will I know why I changed? And if I met myself back then and took me by the hand, could the me that used to be, ever really understand? The years have shaped me like a potter changes clay they've added things, and molded things and taken things away. Some may say I'm better, Some might think I'm worse Should I stand tall, with head held high, or bear it as a curse?

Somewhere there is a chasm a hole too deep to fill something so deep and hollow that everything is still Watch your step! Don't fall in! You'll never find the light! You'll float in hell forever, until you curse the night. And if by chance you find the edge and pull yourself back out You'll be forever changed by it of this I have no doubt! So if you find this chasm let curiosity slide for you have heard the danger and this warning must abide. Round the chasm may be beautiful you may wonder what it holds You make think that you're prepared for it but please heed what you're told Nary one has entered, and come back without a mark and many more have not returned lost to the depths and dark You may think that there is treasure somewhere to be found But this is a lie, to lure you Nothing in there is profound Many have seen the danger but thought they would prevail They may still live there somewhere we no longer hear them wail. ...

I curse the thoughts I don't invite, which wander to my brain. I curse those feelings yet again, macabre or mundane. I curse the dreams I have at night, which make me toss and turn disturb my rest, mess up my head, and make my loins burn. I curse the fear that binds me, and treats me like its slave it lies about so many things, to keep me in its cave. It tells me who to talk to, and dictates where I go it tries to keep me ignorant, dispelling what I know. I curse a world that keeps you down, no matter how you try. Where most poor people work and work, and only just get by. It's hard to climb the ladder, if you've got a heavy load; The path to wealth is difficult, there's a boulder in the road. I curse the thought of hatred, bred in ignorance and fear which is passed down to the children, and lives another year. I curse every single thought of hate, which finds itself in me if I weren't bound by fear perhaps, I could fight this enemy.

I can kiss the boo-boo, but I can't heal the scar I can hug you when you're hurting, but that won't take away your pain. If you need a shoulder, Mine is always here. And if you need someone to talk to, I'll always lend my ear. If I could take your pain away, I'd bear it in a day, But even if my kindness, can soften all the blows Life will hurt you sometimes and I can't stop it. I try hard to protect you, to keep you safe from harm to feed you when you're hungry, keep you sheltered and warm. And when life gives you sorrow, I can feel it too. But I can't feel it for you, the one thing I can't do. Sometimes you'll feel a heartache that's difficult to bear. And when I see you hurting it hurts me deep inside. Let me heal the hurting, the only way I can. Maybe I can't understand what you feel inside, but let me try to comfort you, it's all that I can do.

"Without me there would be no you, you owe your life to me." Yes this is true, that without you I would not exist. But without them, there'd be no you and this is also true. Back generations unto the dawn of time we owe our lives to those who passed on to us their genes But just because I came to be and lived because of you, that does not mean I cannot have my own point of view. What I am, indeed it's true, that I owe to you, But who I am, that's my choice. I can choose the way I think and what I choose to say. And I can look for my own path that leads another way. I give you the thanks you're due, a couple times a year. But I must live my own life now even if you don't approve.