One Won’t Hurt
Five seconds
temptation
to
regret.
Ten years building
home/family/pride/somebodiness
foundations only 40% proof.
Flooded
on desire’s plain
wasted//wasted
Going back/back to where I started
Illusions of overwhelming appeal
shimmer across disillusionment’s mask
hidden beneath intoxicated surrender.
Your tears tear regret from me
addiction’s excuse to drown in devastation
self-pity a regular companion
well acquainted to serve its master.
Perhaps
when
it
all
dissolves
surrounded by vomit and obscenities
will I finally sober to my senses.
Song
The mirror taunts you, screaming fear and disgust
yet I am translating
another language.
No.
Other words entirely.
I look at you, and the mirror sings to me about you
delighting that form and light and shadow and moment
share this dance to frame your beauty.
But I watch you shiver, shame freezing self compassion
until your words turn the air blue with hate.
But I will never listen
for I see who you really are.
My job is never to hold up a mirror
but help you listen to our song.
Your mother and I sang it before you were born
whispering it to womb and wonder
humming it at midnight feeds
dancing to it on every birthday
recording it for when you struggled to hear its tune.
My child
we sing
whilst the sun kisses our face
or the rain soaks our souls.
My child
we sing
through tempestuous seas
or gliding upon hope’s wings.
My child
we sing
every moment
without ceasing
without regret
our hearts full.
My child
We sing
To you
You’re beautiful
We love you.
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