Sunday, June 30, 2013

no one is my warrior

on days like this
the mirror doesn't know what to do with me
and tries not to scream, in fact,
avoiding shattering both of us at the same time. i
wish i'd been born with snakes in
my hands so i'd have an automatic release
from the ugliness of such states of mind.
i'm not anyone's heralded warrior.

i do battle with myself because
no one is my warrior, either.

i think it's somebody's holiday now
but i've been anemic since September
so don't expect my sympathies; i
usually stay in bed after the war:

some days it's entirely too much effort
to put my boots on correctly.

04.20.2012

4 comments:

Brian Miller said...

wish i'd been born with snakes in
my hands so i'd have an automatic release from the ugliness of such states of mind....what an intriguing verse all around...dont battle yourself too hard...though it makes for good verse....smiles.

Mary said...

It is really a hard day, I think, when the mirror doesn't know what to do with a person......and if one does battle with oneself, at least the self will win, one way or another, I guess. I have those days too when putting shoes on correctly is a major effort. So much to thnk about in your poem.

poetry-diary.com said...

There is no such thing as correctly, perhaps. Which makes it altogether easier.

Fight on!

Dana Leah said...

oh thank you for visiting lovelies...and for your encouraging comments. you are dears, truly. sometimes i don't feel like fighting the battle but i like the thought that there is no such thing as correctly. :) x