SEPTEMBER —
This is a poem that I pulled from my journal this month.
I am so confused.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way,
he was supposed to love me
not hurt me.
I can still feel where he slapped me,
still red, radiant, and stinging to the touch.
The green and blue bruises
trickling down my arms and legs
like the tears I no longer shed.
This is a poem I want to finish and eventually post on my blog! I got the idea from the first two lines of an Anthony Bourdain quote. ” I’m so confused. It wasn’t supposed to be lie this. Of all the places, of all the countries, of all the years of travel. It’s here, in Iran, where I’m greeted most warmly by strangers.”
Even though Iran and being greeted by strangers has nothing to do with strangers, I thought it was interesting because most women and girls get into relationships, that weren’t supposed to be like that.
The next inspiration also comes from a quote, “She is a friend of my mind. She gathered me, man. The pieces I am, she gathered them and gave them back to me in the all the right order.” Toni Morrison. This is what I have so far…
broken
i lay here surrounded by the thousand piece puzzle called,
me.
i try to complete it but when i put three pieces together,
five fall apart.
this was my life until i met
her.
she understood me,
knew how to sew me together.
when we would talk i could feel a spark of light –happiness–
inside my stone cold dark soul.
she brought color into my life,
happiness, feeling.
Now I felt complete.
I wasn’t broken anymore,
I was now
fixed.
