The World Was So Beautiful And Life Was So Short!

Younger I existed because you existed, And then I think of us now Older, wiser Grown————                                                                                                                                                                         —————apart. Not angry, Not bitter, Just different people moving in < Different                                                                                                                                                             Directions > Geographically           and            emotionally                                                    apart. Sometimes we talk, Picking up the phone, Scrolling Through My Phonebook    Your name –                                   foreign. Conversation should be comfy as old jeans                                    But I like dresses and you’ve lost weight. Your life is           drifting                                 away                     from mine. Things once immediately shared:     New boyfriend         New job Left to the monthly talk.                            I’m not in the loop.                                       I don’t fit your schedule.                                                                                                BUT The times we have shared bind us together. Keep my secrets and I’ll keep yours.                              Each other’s safety deposit box. Fondest memories contain you. I will never lose you – or at least               who       you        were. I will litter your face in every place I call home -                                              Beautiful girl on the wall,                                                                                           Strange woman in the world. I am not sour, Not even sad. Growing up had to happen,                        Growing apart was just a part of it. I have only the fondest feelings for you now                                       still. We will always live in each other - often dormant but always there.                             I want the world for you.                             I want happiness for you.                             Everything for you. You taught me things I thought I knew, Taught me holding on was futile -                  I let you go. Your own person –          so big, so wild –               so you. I hope that one day you will run back into my life The day will slip into night as we                talk        and       talk        and       talk                                        – breathless – Collapse into each other’s arms – together again. But until then I will watch you grow from                                                                                                                                                                         afar. Proud of who you are. Knowing I’m better for having known you. Happy to co-exist                             Not depend.

Like a tree in winter I’m stood frozen in front of you. Bare. Naked. My arms raised to the sky asking Why. Why does summer always turn to winter? Why are the birds gone?              My only friends fled my company.  Am I so horrid, so ugly when I remove my attire that even they could not stand me anymore?  Now the wind has taken my beauty does my bare image displease you so? And you’re looking at me, knife in hand. You sever my branch.                                 Count the rings inside.  You judge me by my age.                            You judge me for my beauty. But it is you that is the beast. The man who so savagely dismembers me          piece       by        piece.  You peel away my bark and I have forgotten how to bite. You claim I am dying         –          I want to kill. You motion to your guys and shout                           ‘Cut her down!’ And they bring out the axe and hack away at me. Each blow cutting deeper. Deeper.   Deeper. I fall. But my roots you will never reach.  I will always live in the dark away from your eyes. I have done displeasing you. 

Each week I go to a Creative Writing class and pour out little bits of myself on to a page for the delectation of others. Whether I am any good or not is certainly a question that is yet to be answered and thus I live in hope that anybody who stumbles across this page may read and comment on the various poems/prose that I upload perhaps hinting at ways I could improve……….