Honey,
You hurl these heavy carnations at us
and it's too late when I see
they are a bunch of cacti
What have you done to me?
I see you;
your whole being
flushing a blood red
and the tears that spill
from your eyes like you contained them all this time
to save yourself from letting go
to save yourself from freedom
to save yourself from the pain of release
Despite the cacti you have always had an affinty to,
I can't help but join you
I really want to put my arms around you
rub your back
and embrace you in my heat
comfort you like you are me
but it's easier to sit beside you and cry with you
for all the pain your cacti gave me
for the pain that I see you are suffering now
I want to offer my hand and really tell you,
I love you and I am here. Please don't let me go.
But, you have always had some affinity to cacti
and you don't find it hard to shower others with dandelions
I can't
And my heart is a stubborn little thing that can't help but doubt maybe the cacti you have thrown around are coming back at you
in ways you never thought it would
I am so sorry you are going through this, but know.
I don't resent you. I don't hate you. You are a perfect sphere but only am I accustomed to those hills and dips
I have always loved you. Don't ever doubt it.
Yours faithfully,
Hope.
______
©VioletEden
6thMarch2017
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