Drink with me tonight for the stars remind me of a starless life.
i am nothing
too much trouble in the phrase “not a thing,”
I am nothing.
I would that it were true.
The waves of nothing have weathered my heart from the beginning of me.
I learned to be nothing–the absence left where a child should have been.
So now when others ask and depend, when they require of me… I falter under the pressure.
I want to be useful, to be helpful and not in the way, but for them to ask me to lead them…
in those moments I see only my weakness–I was nothing–my inability to be what they need me to be.
Expectations, presumably unmet, bare teeth at my sanity, which was already brined in self-aware insufficiency since infancy.
Patterns and tendencies pulsed before me, leading away from stifling darkness to crystallized light and, just beyond down that star-lined path, a world unseen…. to have taken just one breath of it’s open air
No. Too precocious, too much intensity. The only solution to decimate, cancel out, declare void, cut ties to destiny.
Survival depended on the ability to create deliberate deficiencies to hide away the swirling complexities–suppress the memory, push away before comprehending, skip a beat before responding.
I’ve always been acutely aware of the weight bearing down upon me, of my shortcomings,
and of the struggle to cling to the vestiges of me.
How do I process? How do I adapt, expand beyond the thorny cage that tears at old wounds, making them bleed afresh? How does one rebecome who one once, too briefly, was?
no answer yet, the culmination of feigned indifference
The truth is there was beauty there, in the way the salamanders’ slick skin glistened with sunlight as they scurried through the drainage ditch. There was music in the howling and braying of the dozen dogs. There was a sweetness to the discounted peanut butter and a comfort found in ketchup sandwiches. There was a path of contentment, and I would have shared it had they but let me.
To blunt the barbs of reality, to feel a loosening of the ropes binding me, what is it to take a drink, a kiss?
Pour another glass, my love, to wash away the salt of crashing seas.