Just a little poem I've created....
I was on a Anne Sexton bandwagon when I wrote this, and I find it utterly....Interesting how much it sounds like one of her poems. I guess it's a good and bad thing. She's kind of weird. But has an amazing creative side.
Yeah, don't read depressing poems about a suicidal woman around your grandmother's funeral, trying to get some spark of creativity. Just doesn't work.
Two months
Two months. That’s all it takes
To give your soul a skeleton.
I grow into it as it grows into me
I house it in my grotesque form.
It tunnels into me like roots
Expanding space inside f me
For room to grow,
As nature intended.
But now my limbs ignore me.
They dangle like dumb cattle.
They don’t listen to me and I don’t listen to them
As they argue against themselves…
Mumbles that slip from my tongue.
I get lonely here, incomplete.
I was never prepared for this.
Half these things, I never intended.
Change takes too long
And makes me shatter like an egg.
I called out and I cried out for myself,
And my voice crawled away
Through dimensions.
But…my hands were blind and useless.
My eyes were anonymous beings
Cloaked in contact lens.
Later…
I said good riddance.
I grew out as I grew up.
My hair tickles my neck
And I stopped counting
when my fate registered to me.
I am numb.
I am new.