It’s a pleasure to share my poem The Gift of Loving Perfectly Imperfect with you today, published on MasticadoresUsa yesterday thanks to Editor, Barbara Leonhard and team.
The hair raises on the nape of my neck, my face squints into condescension, my stomach is twisted like a Navy Seals knot, sucker punched. My knees buckle, and I fall to the ground when I hear the news that I already knew but so hoped wasn’t true.
I’m carried to sea; lost, confused, sad and sickened on the turbulent waters where the dark knight circles with vultures, and waves crash against my body that once housed you.
I cautioned you from taking the crumbs and succumbing to leftovers, where scoundrels are vultures preying, but I couldn’t save you. Nor did you want to be saved. Or is it just me that needs to be saved?
My heart bleeds buckets that turn from red to black, magenta rose, tinged with stale perfume on my wrist. But save you from yourself I can’t, as you ride the crescent of a wave and scale the edge of the razor-sharp cliff where the jagged rocks lure you and circus clowns lead you to the plunge.
The promise of hope drains me as I realize all I ever wanted was for you to have a life you envisioned. Not one with holes in pockets of denim blue jeans, cheering others on while you ate leftovers at the finest restaurants, rolling the dice.
The earth falls from under my feet and the sea catches me. My head and arms move to the arctic ice, and my gut and my legs float to the cauldron of the geysers 110 degrees; sink or swim, freeze or burn, shelter found in neither place.
I weep and remember this feeling of being split in two the day you were born.
I would be so honored if you would go here to read the rest of my poem and support Masticadores by reading their work of so many gifted authors.
Thank you once again Barbara and the team at MasticadoresUsa, and and all of you for reading my poem.
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