2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Six-

Solidarity In Numbers, Assurance In My Solitude:

I sat on a front door step that cold June party evening

And I pushed my tears back with fingers donned with mums rings

I pulled my own arms around myself you see

Because I was warm in the fact that my heart still sings

When someone sat beside me and remarked

'I will always be alone, everyone is so fake'

I stared at out the street lamp across the road and how it arched

And inhaled a sigh to make

The strength it took to push my shaking fishnet legs up.

I looked down at that person and smiled

A sad thing, and filed

This conversation under

'Things that I've grown from'

Inside my mind.

I got up from that step and remembered

That the people I love were inside as intended.

You see, this person wasn't asking for sympathy

No.

It was a clip of a conversation with the boy who broke a little bit of me.

And so the story goes, he fucked her you see.

The boy she knew at one point was with me.

They dared to sit together and have that conversation around me

As I sat between.

So I stood from that step and smiled back,

No resentment left inside.

Instead I felt only comfort in the fact that resides

In my soul that I AM NOT ALONE.

I never was and I never will be

This is your karma for solidarity.

I am loved and I feel love like never before

For the friends screaming into their cups just beyond the door.

I sat on a front door step that cold June party evening

And let go of every single little thing holding me back

Because I knew I was the one with a healed soul

While they were trying to piece back together the cracks.

So I went inside and I hugged my friends tight.

I danced in their arms and knew everything would be alright.

Because I will never be alone and no one is fake.

Except for my past that sat on that doorstep.

~J.K.M.