Fencing

“Fencing”

  • A poem upon realizing and recognizing the broken boundaries of the dilapidated home of Self after years of unknown & unrecognized trauma, self-abuse, and a pattern of past relational dynamics - an inability to ‘hold”.

 

“Worn by the weather and the rain,

The strange passage of Father Time Followed me.

He wouldn’t leave me alone

as much as I tried

to escape him.

Accidentally smashing

Clocks along the way.

 

From behind my wooden doorway,

I peer, En Guard

My Eye wandering to

Property’s Edge

 

The Fence

dilapidated and gap toothed,

grinned at me like a sad excuse for a poorly carved pumpkin-smile

 

How long has it been?

Since I tended to my fences?

Said my sorries?

Made my amends?

Or even changed my bed?

 

Weeks? Months?

Years, if I’m honest…

 

I saw you coming down the road

Walking slowly in my direction,

a curious thing appearing,

Newly shaping itself with every approaching footstep.

 

Curious. Curious.

Said my cat.

A farm hand perhaps?

 

Nails and a large hammer

Finally pressed into my palms,

But squatting down,

I say hello

to a shiny potato bug instead;

The oppressive Son far too bright

for these moon-darkened eyes.

 

And just like the rest. .. . .. . .. .

He passed right on through.

My Fences still left untended to

Left unamended to

A little sadder too

And just as he came, 

He slipped right on through.

. .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..

And I let him too,

If I’m feeling honest.”

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