Iris….
I think before…
When I knew you in the womb
In the pulsed & fluid soil of your vessel
Where I was intended to flourish
In god’s safety
unashamed
Fear was your name
I think then…
At a molecular level
You transfused an uncertainty in me
Like the four before me
And the four after
Replicated in a virus of doubt
Great clouds of inked anxiety
Boring deformities of spirit & personality
Something I don't believe
I ever quite earned on my own
Something…
Unlovable
Alone
And now...my familiar stranger
I think understand the geometry of your turmoil
For hours you go rigid as straight lines are
Your eyes fixated
Jeweled opals of black glass
Glazed in oblivion
A sacajawean statue
I imagine you there
Staggering like a zombie
On an artic terrain
Frigid with jagged rocks
The wind is cruel & nothing grows
In the pitch of black
Alone
(I fear you) .
I fear for you.
Your fog is no longer protection
But it is that fog brands me in dreams
Because Iris…
In the terrible silence of your nightmares
I sense me in you
And I grieve deep tears for two strangers.
For I am forever with you…
In those deep caverns that lurk
with shadows of growling Tigers
Whose cruel suspense
Threaten to devour
Us both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet and meaningful poem..10/10