Encore

My attempt for day 21 of the 2011 April PAD Challenge. I like how much more I could write when I begin with index cards!

I confess the motive to return here

was neither vision nor omen nor sign,

but loneliness. The torture of old fears

compelled me to fall back into the time

I saw potential, not shame, in the mirror,

when magic, not consequence, blessed my life



I hoped old weeds couldn’t bind me again;

I walked now with a strut, eyes toward the sky,

and smiles for all; repent crusades fought when

I lost my mind. This time, each word from my

tongue would mend, not condemn. I’d make old friends

anew with cleaner wit and brighter shine.



But summer sizzled off the surface bloom.

My season of growth sprouted only shrubs;

the Fall returned with a downpour of gloom

no shelter tempered, not even the drugs.

The forecast was clear: Each night in my room,

alone, stagnate away, a dead-end scrub.



But she appeared with a familiar flame.

Eyes like the Sea; her hair shined with the Sun;

Her voice a stream so sweet, it even tamed

my desert tongue. I dove into her, un-

afraid of consequence. She felt the same.

Each night, we came together–two as one.



But then she vanished like everyone else;

ambition drove her to another state

and left me here, surviving by myself

among the childhood friends I grew to hate.

Though phone calls preserved the feelings we felt,

they’d wither away once I was replaced.



I sit alone among strangers in pews

a year older, no wiser than before.

To leave would admit defeat, to refuse

would force me to suffer this weekly chore

when I should be chasing another muse.

I just don’t know what to do anymore.

3 Comments

  1. mitch80 said,

    April 21, 2011 at 7:21 pm

    It was a delight reading your words of sorrow,
    although had to question your stated age ?
    as there appeared to be a life time of knowledge one only accquires,
    through living a life of many tomorrows.
    GREAT WRITING STYLE” & ABILLITY.
    Mitch.
    >>>oyamhctim@yahoo.com<<<

  2. Merciel said,

    April 22, 2011 at 1:30 pm

    Thank you for your kind words! ^_^
    I’m not too old, but I’m old enough to where I wish I was younger. ;)

  3. Mitch 80 said,

    June 21, 2011 at 3:26 pm

    Dear Ms. Merciel,
    To be younger for what purpose ?
    age is just an accumalation of days gone by, were you hopefully gained the wisdom to be happy with your life, Keep your health in balance,
    your heart & mind will follow along
    The old Fossil


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