Expressions Poem by grace mariner

Expressions



As much as I wish it were true,
I cannot re-write the endings in my life.
What I express may be perceived differently by each eye.
Who can judge what the perception of the injured is?
Many may try but none have the authority,
unless, of course, I give it.
Does the matter of the trauma increase the intensity of it?
Is a death worse than a rape?
Only the person who experiences can say what their darkest shadows are.
Those who have been able to cast light and see clearly are not equipped to judge those who have not.
I cannot change who I am, only how I perceive that which is mine alone.
Like art, you may love my expression,
you may hate it.
But like art, it should make the observer, the reader, the listener, stop and think.
But never judge.
I am truly myself with pen in hand.
I must be alone as the vulnerability it brings can be dangerous.
Open wounds in the public eye become fodder for predators and parasites.
Laid bare our emotions juried and sentenced by those even more damaged than ourselves.
I express what I feel.
My gauges are often too sensitive to the vibes around them.
I wish I was more like you my love.
How liberating it must be to pack things neatly away, discarding or re-writing the ugliness so it vanishes into thin air.
Pull what's left over out only when you crave self pity.
Poor wounded giant!
Felled by a sling shot but able to rise again.
Tell the tale of your heroics against the evil queen who downed you!
Tell a lie so you become even more immense, more the
tragic hero, more to be loved.
No one judges the martyr, only the deity that created him.
And I am sad for you as you cannot, could not face what was happening before your bedazzled eyes.
You can never lay yourself bare because you are a coward.
Your endings can never be re-written either and like all good serpents they will slip from your captivity one day.
And you will feel its venom.
I don't judge you my beautiful lover, but I speak what is real to me.
We cannot re-write our ending...
neither of us has that authority.

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