do you think i miss you?
i will not follow your muddy footprints
or dive into raging rivers no more
and now you backtrack, backpedal,
backpack through the treacherous terrain blind to its terrors
I see them in full day
When someone raises their voice at me
Or turns their back, sets me free
I can hear you knocking
But I will not let you in, not again, not again
You will not dirty what Iβve painstakingly cleaned
I am not a fighter
I do not wave bloodred capes in front of raging bulls
I do not spread rumors or cast a net for envyβs yoke
I may not have fallen far from the tree
But believe me, I will brave the cliffβs edge
And cast myself into a pitiless abyss
Just to rid myself of your abscess
I am not a mirror of you and I will push and pull my skin like clay
Until all that remains of you flakes off and I will spread those ashes like
seeds in a garden
And I hope that forgiveness one day will grow
Buttery yellow like smiling sunflowers
Winter has not yet unclenched her jaw
But spring may kiss her silly and they
May yet smile down with favor on me and my garden of ashes
About the Creator
Brittany MacKeown
I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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