Stepping outside my youth to consider a recent change in my life. Sometimes, one has to go through fire, at least in a figurative sense, to learn how to be honest, with oneself and other people. This poem is about confronting that reality, and its effects, when put into practice in a particular case.
Poem follows below the orange squiggle.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Unfinished/Finished
You were right
To end this sad mockery
Of a relationship
We've been dragging around
Behind us for far too long;
Both of us in such pain
When we began.
Desperate for connection
We tried to join
What could never match up.
There is some sadness
But more relief
To see this ghost of a ghost
Too feeble to rattle its chains
Dissolve and drift away
In the foggy damp of winter.
Let us both move on
Now, and heal the wounds
Beneath the wounds
That drew us so erroneously
Together,
Then blew us apart.
Perhaps now those wounds
Can be debrided; scar tissue form
A new way forward: into a warmer sun,
An uninfected body
Of openness, honesty,
Clarity, clean air,
Tenderness. Ears open,
Eyes wide, unafraid to see the light.
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