I should like to promise the world will see my agony– feel it beneath their skin–
Eyes swelling up and hands shaking just so slightly–
Strumming this decade old guitar– retirement collected behind this curtain–
This this this– This is where I am shoving my emotions in front of you–
See her? See that there?
I should promise her innocence– I should I should–
I should paint this grief–
Blues and greens and the fur in that bag– Sorry dear we usually have different
containers– this will do, yes? Your son? In this bag?
Feeling is within my chest– feeling the textures and graphs of his life–
The screams and pants and scratches– it is Green
Darks and lights on canvas
It is not pretty
But it is him and it is life and death and the in between
and here is where that woman is stepping on stage left
the curtain was not positioned correctly
and I cannot promise that my agony will recall his cue
So if you paid for front row tickets I am sorry to disappoint
But this is a promise I cannot keep.
– ODH
About the Creator
Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
Comments (1)
Olivia, I enjoyed this piece. I like how it's empowering and honest at the same time!