We were a city
built from ruins
we were held together
by bars of love
you named me your sister
I called you my soulmate
we raised from the grounds
pulling trust and hope
with us.in the old days
our city had no people
we were a lonely city--
I, the queen
you, the princess
you were my daughter
I, your mother.then we switched.
you, the king,
I, your subject
I worked the city
around
to appease youI was the fat girl with pigtails
and
you were the stick figure they drew
on the walls--
a passerby made fun
of the unshapely city
on the brink
of collapsingbut you stayed still
you never once wavered
your spirit held the city
from toppling over
you smiled
that huge smile--
your rabbit teeth
in full view
the whole timeyou made faces
you crossed eyes
but you knew what it took
to hold us steadyas the old days
turned new
you became me
and I became youyou changed into the fat girl with pigtails
and I was the stick figure they drew
on the walls--we slept in our city
we hugged in the nights
you listened to my thoughts
but never took time to understandyou let in others
I let in some--
soon, our city was a tourist hotspot
and we learnt we didn't have to be
just a city.today we are a country
so huge and kilometres apart
you, on the other side
I, on this sideyou don't see me
I don't see youour love shared through the hundreds
and thousands
traipsing these landsI own an
i s l a n d
today,
I am the queen
with the throne
it's named after my thoughts--
(in your absence,
she strokes my hair
she rocks me to sleep
she cradles my head
till I am gone deep)we let in too many
I am too lonelyyou gave me memories
I nurse them with my thoughtsyou are in my prayers,
you are in my questions.we were only meant to be
some project gone wrongand
I thought all those years ago--
we would be ancient ruins-
some miracle.
______
©VioletEden
21stJune2017
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