Silence and the rest of you life (Poem)

I took yesterday (4/4) off from National Poetry month to observe the anniversary of the passing of Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. as well as the birthday of the late, great, Doctor Maya Angelou who would have been 90 years old.

So, I would like to continue today with a poem request from a friend of mine about the end of a relationship. I hope you like it. And if there has been anyone out there who’s been a fool for love, trust me, I feel your pain.

 

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unsplash-logoKinga Cichewicz

I have scraped myself off the floor

of reality so brutally honest

I have doused myself with holy water

to wash away the tears I’ve shed

I’ve born the weight of this family

the results are a little bottle of pills

I take daily

I’ve changed my name

my jeans size

my hair color

I’ve changed my habits

and my country

I’ve held your fevered head in my lap

I’ve held your sex

your tear stained cheeks

I’ve rocked and cradled and cooed and died

But out of all of this passion

I have born one single truth

I did these things

yes

I did these things

for you

with you

to you

and I can undo them just the same

My name is Gloriana

I am a queen in my own right

I am tempest waters raging

I am daytime and I am the night

so if this love is over

let it be over and let it be done

let me return to my country of origin

of my native people

my native tongue

For I am the ground you tread upon

I am the rocking chair where you sit

I am the memories you’ll carry with you

I am the rock, the awning, your bed

So when I go, I go swiftly

soft as the sighing of the trees

and all the pleasures I have given you

I will pack up and take with me

there will be no more tumble

no more fire in your hearth

All that will remain will be silence

and the rest of your life to live