To Whom is Brave
Enough…
To whom is brave enough,
May I first initially
apologize for the trek you have traveled to find me in this kerosene-drenched,
half-burnt hut you enter, my great white knight… Please watch your step and do
carry your sword close to thee…
Unfortunately, childhood
fantasies and tales I no longer believe in. I am quite disengaged and dissimulated
from the kamikaze, short-lived, and ephemeral snap shots the lenses have captured
as I have been plunged in and out of
complete destructive nothingness.
I am apologetic for the disappointment that I
may endow on you, with my mute, cataract pupils and half- dimmed eyes. I have
been coarsely scooped and injudiciously fused back together… My stitches are encrusted
and clumsily healing back together slowly, jointing my abhorrently gashed heart
with affliction.
I am stale pastry
that has been carelessly wrapped in cellophane. I pierce and puncture through
the plastic… Blindly and naked, impedingly pulling out- like a newly born babe…
Scream full cries, unaware of what is happening and why it is happening.
I apologize.
Please stay with me.
I am alone. I am timid. And, I shake.
I wait as the intravenous
therapy, slowly infuse medicinal recollection back into my veins and resuscitate
me. I breathe in and out nicotine- stained and neglected gaps of breath. Sweet
and delicious taste has been desiccated from the several vipers I have allowed
to stroke and fondle my notches. Please sterilize me and make me anew. Wax on
layers.
Layers of hope,
Love,
And restore my faith…
May I first initially
apologize for the trek you have traveled to find me…
My kindest regards.