Lines & Questions
by Barefoot Justine
I will give and I will take,
I will watch you cry tears,
I have served like tea.
My regrets are of the heart,
My mistakes have legs,
And they chase me down.
Each demon I battle is mine,
Like a lifelong lover,
They know me as a mother.
I skip like an old album,
Stuck in well worn grooves,
Like a bed I despise.
I suffer my every excess,
And celebrate my extremes,
And wonder which am I.
My mistakes are like wool,
I wear them like a choker,
And sweat under them.
I see myself repeating,
And hear that I know better,
And ask, who is that I?
Who is that curious I,
Can I tolerate being,
In her skin another day?
Or can I love all she is,
Can I know that this I,
Is perfect as she is?
I am this and then that,
Love, hate, peace, anger,
I am light and I am darkness.
I am a beast and a flower,
I am anger and compassion,
And you will see what you will.
I am a beast and a flower,
I am anger and compassion,
And I will be all I must.
What a beautiful poem! Well stated, indeed! Hope you’re enjoying the summer.
Thanks… wrote that after a day in the emergency room… and the first day of teaching new students (and no worries… I am well).