| » Poem: Inspiration |
Inspiration
written by Rogue_10102:28 AM 12/23/04Inspiration
I am 5 years old.
I can't draw very well so I carefully trace around my own fingers. I want to draw red fingernails but Mother took my red pencil away so the fingernails stay bare... that’s ok, they look like man's hands.
I can hear Mother talking with her friends, their voices tinkling like delicate yet continuous chimes that you can't ignore.
I start another hand, but am interrupted, "What are you drawing, dear?"
"Monsters," I say, and a short silence is broken by my mother's tinkly laugh.
"Overactive imagination, you know. Its alright, she's starting school soon."
Mother doesn't like my drawings. She says there are no monsters, I must be dreaming.
But when I close my eyes at night and monsters crawl slowly all over me, I am awake.
I am 8 years old.
I wake up in blood.
"Normal," my mother says. And so normal it is, I keep quiet.
My reflection in the metal is distorted and ugly. I ignore it and draw long red lines down my arm with my new pencil. I close my eyes and listen to the wind...like quiet breathing, in and out.
They look at me strangely, whisper.
Mother looks at me too, warnings flash in her eyes as she turns away and the wind sighs.
"Nasty accident, you know. Its alright, she'll be more careful."
And I am. I wash my sheets, wear long sleeves.
I am 12 years old.
Mother has cooked me dinner, but I cannot eat it. I feel like gagging and my lips clamp firmly closed. My fingers stay folded on my lap like thin white sticks.
"Don't you want it?" someone says.
I stare at my plate, drops of fat ooze from the long rolls of meat like tears,
"No."
Concerned eyes blink at my mother, and somewhere a chime dances in the wind.
"Picky eater, you know. Its alright, she's just not hungry."
But I am.
I am 15 years old.
I am lying in a small dark place where there are no monsters.
My hands stay folded across me... wrists down of course.
It is very quiet but far away I hear people sobbing.
Somehow, I see Mother... dabbing dry eyes and clinging to someone.
"So tragic. Its alright, she's in a better place now."
And I am. |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I really like this
[ View Rogue_101's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 123 times
|
|
|
|
