13 Ik
White Cosmic Wind
A Phantom have I
Lived with near a
Year –
An inner Voice
A disembodied Face
A separate Self –
Beloved yet apart
A ghostly Lover
Occupies my Heart
His surface Charm
Hides Deeps
unfathomable
Deadly and immortal
both –
There Resentments grow
Upon him I projected
Every Wound and Crime
Committed from my Infancy
Until present Time
I fashioned him a
Hero –
That insubstantial Soul
–
But when I cut him
loose I saw
The Hero is my Self
made whole.
©Kleomichele Leeds
No comments:
Post a Comment