Call me Benjamin
When I wanted to use someone else's name because mine had become a stranger.
Call me Benjamin
So that I may be the Son of the Right Hand
and assume my place in His Kingdom;
due East of that eternal throne.
Call be Benjamin
So I may bask in its derivative,
and hold vague promises to its legacy.
Let this name take flight.
Let it nest on the mountains of
Franklin and Pierce
So that when I gaze into the nothingness in between the cosmos
I do not hear the crickets chirping at Their feet.
I do not hear their song of the nothingness
that echoes inside of me.
Call me Benjamin
So I may be excused from explanation;
this façade of youth.
Benjamin the button-lipped.
The Keeper of the Lost Sands!
Pray, do not unbutton me!
For the sand is buried there!
Its granules chisel my teeth
and leave ulcers on my tongue.
I am too afraid to speak.
So call me Benjamin
Call me Benjamin
So I may sit on the mountains of men
due east of His eternal throne,
Gaze into the nothingness,
under my façade of youth
and pray
with enough time the sand will turn into
pearls.
That they will fall from
my lips and grace the Earth
when I am finally brave enough to speak
and, you won’t have to call me Benjamin
anymore.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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