You think you can break me
Well fuck you
You think you’ll destroy me?
Well fuck you
I will not let you win I will not hide or cower to your whim
Fuck you
For taking her away
And with her, me
Defiantly,
You don’t think I’ll laugh again?
Fuck You
You thought I’d only see the evil?
Well Fuck You – I won’t.
I will see the beauty around me again
I will see kindness and joy again, denying you yours
Because in spite of you I will survive
Author: Julia Clevenger
Alone
When I’m alone I cry
When I’m alone she’s gone
When I’m alone he doesn’t have a mommy
When I’m alone he’s lost his true love
When I’m alone he needs his sister and he’s lost his most precious daughter
When I’m alone they’ve lost their dearest friend
When I’m alone the joy is gone
When I’m alone the ocean loses its sparkle, the clouds flatten, and the sun dims.
When I’m alone the beauty is lost to me
Shattered
My heart is broken,
I am broken.
Putting the pieces
back together it seems
starts from the outside
and works in.
Start with the shell
So that
to the outside
I look whole.
I walk, I talk,
I sit, I work,
I speak, I laugh.
The shell of me appears.
And the world can go on.
Inside are the pieces,
tiny shards of me
rubbing, scratching,
scarring, chaffing me.
from the inside
Bringing shivers,
rawness, and strain
Constrict my throat,
burn my stomach,
pierce my heart,
These shards of me
not to be willed back together
but the shell shows no shame
Tears
My tears fall differently now.
They don’t well up,
they don’t crest and
then fall in drops.
They don’t create a line
down the edge of my nose
leaving the rest of me alone.
Now they stream down in sheets,
they defy gravity and
wet my eyelids and temples,
they cling to my lashes and
rest in my hair.
No longer a line down my cheek
they saturate my face
and neck, ears and chest
creating a salty crust
on my skin
as they evaporate.
To Survive
Maybe you throw the razors away
Maybe you throw the wine out
Maybe you stay in bed
Maybe you avoid the water’s edge
Maybe you stay away from overpasses
Maybe you take the razors away
Maybe you throw the pills out
Maybe you stay off the balcony
Maybe you don’t be alone
Maybe you stay off the ledge
Maybe you throw the razors away
Target
For weeks after your death the place scared me
The known, now so unknown.
What was it without you
Could I walk the aisles without you
Could I decide without you
Could I breath
Would I see you there, feel you there
Would I drown in the memories
Would I remember
Who would stroll with me, dive in with me
Who would guide me, advice me
Who would just know without saying
Could I do it alone – Why am I doing it alone
Oh. I get it now. It wasn’t Target that scared me
Girls
Five or six of them
In four chairs around the metal table in the sun
Laughing, smoothing out their yogurt with their tongues.
Comfortable with each other in the way only multiple sleep overs can do.
Personal space overlapping,
arms, hair, thoughts and dreams tangled.
I saw you there,
that was where you lived and loved.
Pigeons
You are not a pigeon.
I don’t like birds so
you can’t be a pigeon
Dove? Maybe.
Some rare species? Sure.
But a pigeon, no.
Unless you are just sending pigeons
To get my attention
That would be funny
She’ll laugh, you’d think
You were right.
They sent me to church.
Loss, Grief
I know how I’m supposed to behave.
What the situation dictates.
My body knows and does
despite my heart and brain being estranged.
Here, you smile and nod
Here, you make eye contact and concentrate;
Here, you respond and decide.
Here, you encourage.
Here, you lament.
Here, you dance.
Here, you laugh.
Here you chew, swallow, and here and here, and here – you breathe.
Only when the tears come do the brain and heart know each other again.
Tentative brushes of one against the wounded other.
Black Hair Ties
I wish I could remember the first one. They came in fast at first, probably to convince me. Yes, it’s me momma. I don’t want it Meg, I want you. I know momma, it’s me.
Black hair ties, where they belong? Maybe. But always at my feet. I don’t know.
