Pulling Weeds Poem by Serena Constance Grobler

Pulling Weeds



Hold it together
Don’t let it move
“Without me keeping it in one piece
They’ll have nothing to prove”
Real proof
The only evidence
She kept it together
She held up the fence
No one noticed her suffer
We couldn’t predict that she’d fall

Watching her loving her mother
Forgiving their life
Needing no other
Until she let go of the rife
Realizing the gift
Her reckless mother bestowed
The waves of emotion
The flood that was towed

Needing another
Wanting a man
Being his lover
Feeling God’s hand
Looking for answers that society would bind
Overlooking her strengths
Ignoring her mind
Logical, rational, stubborn, correct
Seeing the ocean
Being direct
Understanding the strength

Strength that true love does entail
Wondering the truth
Before being derailed
Falling to pieces
Hitting the ground
Being rubbed into dirt
Yet feeling no pain
My exteriors strength
Surviving the flame

Coming to terms
Dealing with life
Ignoring the burn
As my mind wanders tonight
I realize the truth
All insecurities I see
My one place to turn
This separation, it bleeds
I push her away
I pull her back
Our issues the same
Sharp glass
Slicing our backs

Manipulation
A game played with the fans
Real issues unaddressed
Fear takes a stand

That which keeps us apart
Wont do it forever
Our new beginning must start
Or we’ll lose this forever
The love which I seek
The companion I’ll find
Is the friend that I treasure
I screwed with my mind

I made her be bad
Even though she was good
Our competition which thrived
It never felt good
No man could compare
This feeling I bind
No sexual affair could
Mess with our minds
We need to forgive
But first we need to deal
We need to reject
Wrong emotions we feel
Depend once again
As true partners do
I realize now, no man will do

As strait as I am
And as strait as you are
The real truth is
You have my heart
This truth as it is
The fear which it holds
The witch that I am
She needs to unfold
All that has not been said
Shall burst from the closet
And make all bad feelings dead

The bad that exists
Between me and you
Emotions we have
We have to choose
To talk and to say
All the wrong that we’ve made
To each other and friends
Manipulation the gamble
We have to amend
How high are the stakes?
How much higher can they go?
Before we split the winnings
And let it all go
Our issues deep rooted
Affecting our spines
The strength we both wasted
Assassinating the mind

Our time that we lost
Give up?
Or plough forward?
Plough forward I say
Pull all the weeds
Living or dead
Talk, deal, address
Planting new seeds
Build on what we have instead
It’s the last chance to clean up our mess.

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