Fucking horrific - is the term the sucking abyss that I huddled beside my whole childhood trying to reclaim me still echoed in my own voice calling me to - what? not death, not freedom but to mad despair Relinquishment of all I ever could become on the altar of familial blind faith. That nothing could ever mean anything if I were not Obedient Puppetted, strung on the demands of demands of generations loudest voices. But I am the weak, the failing, that can lift from such a filthy hole some living limb & climb away, out of reach, a strength invisible, unthinkable to challenge toxic might and poisoned care. Of all possible heroes I am smallest And yet, I crawl still further Brighter, singing the names of them as I go / / on surviving abuse as an autist
Category Archives: Poetry: free form
Lost That Way
Splitface
Split face - eye gold staring smoke smell, curling Lord they watch, brother, listening stone, waiting, cool grey upon the brass upon the wood Smile, it was said a contract made denied now, if I can, to turn away lift hand a no - a space to hold within, softening breath opens in return those eyes watch - forget that telling - deafen to this need, noticed, known bring to the eye call out, truth mine