Fury
Poem about weights
A poem about being a human being
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Worn down so
thin,
I’m feeling thin.
I’m starving inside while I’m
Completely full.
Did you see that look?
Did you see that frown? That Scowl? (What gall she has!!!)
She was made to be happy, I know it, I know it. (Cries in private, lonely two minute intervals, wiping eyes furiously to hide the wet marks)
She needs to stand up tall, needs to never fall, make a mistake, create another hundred failures and don’t fall.
She’s been knocked down over and over, and her thinning story goes down, down down. Not in a drain, but in a stopped up pipe, getting more and more backed up.
Failures are unacceptable, not now, or before, don’t you ever forget that you can’t do anything right, nothing, nothing at all.
She’s drenched in failure, thin and raw and full of fury.
Split in pieces, plots overlapping, she’s never dreaming anymore, she’s not allowed to. Not in secret.
Not in private.
Her voice has been completely destroyed, silenced and treated like a hurricane—-
As though finally breaking through the barrier will finally let her be
Let her be.
Failure is a part of her atoms and with everything she does, it isn’t right,
It
Is
So
Wrong.
And the fury she feels inside is wrong.
How can she exist when she lends her voice to everyone else?
When everyone tells her to take care of herself when she’s
Nodding and agreeing.
No one likes you, but they love you.
Everyone tells me to get help
And take care of myself,
I swallow my heart, I swallow my heart
I’m physically okay, but I feel like I’m
Drowning in this “I’m okay,”
And the woman that swallowed her fury
Also swallows her heart
Existing solely for others, happy to do so.
But she eats her fears and tumbles her fury downward, down down down.
She hears voices calling for her every single moment of every single day and night, too, but no one calls for her to
Just be.
When you are a human being
You cannot just “be”
You have to do.
Nothing is good enough
She’s not good enough
I’m thin, thinning, so
Thin that I do not really exist.
I lost track of that timer, the timer of my life.
There are no victims, only survivors and
Dreamers.
I’m neither, none of those,
I’m just a human being
With weights that stretch me out and pull me in.
I’m not sure if I’ll get to show you just how much I feel, the story of my life
Grappling with not being able to really show my strength
Or fearlessness.
The fury that makes some rise up and become a real leader.
The fury I eat, I swallow, I destroy.
Did you see that?
She rolled her eyes. She rested a moment too long and found a second to unload the pain she carries All the time.
No, no she didn’t.
(It was a very big smile, I know when my
Daughter/sister/friend/acquaintance/neighbor/co-worker/ex/mother:
Is really nice and happy.)
She just told you
She’s unhappy
But,
“I gotta go and catch up on my own stuff.”
And the fury rises, but only for
An instant, to collect in a reduced dose of
Black Death,
Spilled and thin and spoiled,(pulsing and aching near her larynx)
Because she’s spoiled, she got everything she needs, paid for too—-
So don’t you
DARE
Let that fury come up, don’t you DARE
Let that sadness come up,
Don’t you fucking
Dare
Give me that
Sassy, stupid, ignorant, dumbshit
Angry teenager-like Look.
Be happy, thank your lucky stars, he tells her,
You’re okay, and your masked fury is just a symptom
Of rebellion and sin.
To be human is to know of our existence as sin,
To always reform and repent,
To cast off the weights of our mortality
And become one with the Light,
But when someone
Pulls you away, everyday, every moment
Deeper into darkness
How can you possibly survive?
Take responsibility, be respectful and smile, is what they will say.
But I’m too thin,
I’m starving but full,
I’m drained and bursting —
Weights I created from my hubris,
Weights I think I’ll have to add more to,
Because I’m a human being,
And that’s how I’ll get stronger
And truly move into that light.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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