Sharing with the wonderful folk at dVerse – The Poets Pub (as written yesterday and domestic chores beckon).
the calm beginning ~ horses at the starting gate
before hooves punch the ground, breath through
nostrils flair; who will have the false start
words bandied back and forth in anger and
who will trip across the barrier
who will hold the reins tight listening
as tempers start to fray, like rhythmic feet
upon the ground, dismantling the clay
who listens to who; whose the judge without
a jury ~ yes but you don’t understand
I am this way, I am who I am, I cannot change
my life will always be the same
I hear you, I have empathy, but you have
to change yourself to see, to overcome the
hurdles you now face, to get you to
a better place, to be the one you wish to be
but there is no hope ~ Why can’t you see
with hands that clench and feet that step
from side to side; body tense; tears flow
and as your mum ~ have no place to go with this
to handle, to help you understand
I watch as you fall apart ~ before my very eyes
I want to hug, but that will only disguise
what needs to be said out loud, with both voices
raised, how much more can we both take
the horses have bolted and who won the race
©jmtacken Sept 2013
*Please let me know if you have issues with the audio – I don’t know how to fix it though..unfortunately 😦
Ramblings From A Mum 