Sunday, March 2, 2008

I Take It In

"I take it in..."

I read that off of her blog.
If you only knew what she was talking about,
What wrecks both her life and mines, 
Would you be able to take it in?

For seven years I thought about her and her mother,
I enslaved my shell and my soul, 
I gave what what wasn't deserved,
and for seven years, 
I took it all in.

I see her today and I see her, her sister and her mother,
Reflections of love,
Reflections of strength,
Reflections of a tragedy,
Reflections of myself...

A woman
Taken advantage of
Hurt
Torn
Impured
Lost
Relieved
Scared
Anxious
Scarred

I eventually grew with the years
My decisions didn't reflect growth
But the distance between us did
It wasn't enough.

Desire drove him to his destiny
Repression breeds resistance
Liberty and justice for all
"How do you plead?"
"Not Guilty"

She finally went to see him
Said it was hard to see someone in all orange,
Bald with no hair,
Whom she hasn't seen for over a year.

An innocent four year old,
Growing up without knowing
Why her father doesn't tuck her in at night.
A young girl,
Blossoming into womanhood
Proms, first dates
No father figure around.
Memories that will be looked back upon,
Are half empty and incomplete.

I look in the mirror 
And my whole world crumbles in disgust and guilt
As much as one can pray,
Things cannot be undone.

Seven years,
I died so they could live,
I gave up my voice,
So they could talk.
I gave up my heart for them,
So theirs would not break.

But now there are only broken hearts,
Seeking to heal themselves and rid themselves 
From wanting ...whatever kind of love, affection, accomodation
That cohesive families desire from each other.
And blogs take the place of an estranged loved one.

While I sit here and read
Newspapers, captions, Associated Press, blogs...
Each painful year flashes in my head, 
Perfect years at my cost,
Down the drain,
At the cost of the girls and their mother.

She finally went to see him,
In jail, where family reunions will be held from now on.
It was "loving... happy" she said.
"But I take it in".

We all take it in.

1 comment:

Ariel said...

This is a good poem. It shows, not tells.