When One I Love Knows It Not Poem by Patricia Clarke

She did it again.
This time I give up.
I was already down -
Down to my bones
Flesh having relieve itself of me
Leaving me exposed
And still my love knows me not
Feels not my pain
Discerns not my desire
To hear her say-
My child -
I am pleased.
To see the shape of her face transforms to reveal -
Acceptance.
The one thing I need
To re-mask myself with confidence
To roll on life's asphalt
And melt it all underneath my feet
To glide into my future gracefully.

NO,
This is not romance
I seek no chivalry.
I only wish to please the one who embodies the future me
The one whose eyes carry in them my dreams
The one whose steps propel me
Whose passions and aura
The ocean that beckons me
So inviting, despite its invictus tendencies.
I tried.
So often
the figure evades me
Vaporising me
I can't seem to breath,
But to hold on I must -
The love I feel can vacuum this mist that hovers over me.
From this should be testimonies.
But I feel no peace.
Is she oblivious of what she means to me?
It must be.
I am nothing but a rain drop in her lake of certainties.
I change not her identity
Though she has been my source of connectivity.
Should I stay?
Or should I take my changes in the open sea
Thou salty it may be?
An answer
SOMEONE
PLEASE?

Lay it all at her feet, our father speaks
And with that visibility becomes me.
Lessons learnt - oh so deep
The waves of which we'll together ride
Both to sublimity
I through maturity.