Truth rejected is gravity reversed: no cornerstone, no castle

dried roses

And I Breathe

To guard the castle
I left my treasure
told no one and waited, a secret cornerstone
braced for a long, cold wait before prodigal return
Truth rejected is gravity reversed: no cornerstone, no castle

I cracked like an egg in a careless hand
and I vanished, drained away, decomposing in someone’s private trash
in my private trash

I did not love her, that “me.”
I left her in peace (didn’t work out so well)

Now and again I gather her up like a child of dirt and light
and she soaks into me
and I love her, at least a little
Her pain and her blood and her need make a great stink like too many decomposing roses
lumpy between scrapbook pages
unified against me
Her trap is thicker and deeper than my decisions.
and I can’t let go
and I wait

After a while the roses are like Everyman deconstructed
Every thorn and pregnant bee, every part of every flower in every cycle
it’s all there
unified
and she is me
and we can see
and we can choose
and I breathe like a free woman

by Elizabeth Able
image – oldsoul_sn

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One Response to “Truth rejected is gravity reversed: no cornerstone, no castle”

  1. clarissa mcfairy Says:

    Sublime, Elizabeth, sublime!

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