I was inspired to write this after a difficult email exchange I had with my sister almost a year ago now. I realized that her pain could not forgive, her memories were still ever-present, and her only way to share her pain was to inflict harm through her words. I swallowed her poison, though I wish I hadn’t, and I am now using my poetry to pull it out of my body, to heal and move on. Though I say, “he,” in this poem it is not for a man, but for mankind.
Words are like kingdoms
Fought over with little reason
No land to call his own
Just words laid out like stones
Carrying him over bridges
Throwing them with little precision
An insatiable appetite to show he’s the man
He raises words like swords, puts them deep in
Your heart stops.
Killing over and over, you don’t even have to be there
Your poison was drunk and my mind keeps it stuck
How did my kingdom fall?
No drop of blood, no special gathering,
No deceit, no retreat
Take me to another land, far away
Where your words have not touched like leaves
falling on me.
Where your breath has not been the wind
knocking me over.
And where the fog of your pain, is not in my within,
As my kingdom rises again.