This came to me today
Manifesto
Almost 24 hours
and not one poem about you.
Not this poem;
this poem is about hunger and missing meals,
about poverty.
This poem is about eating air as the body cries for what it needs.
It is about shivering in the dark,
cold and alone as I pray for arms to enfold me;
about not approaching you for fear of rejection.
This poem is about feeling unworthy
of the smallest kindness
and building some noble romantic tale to tell myself
on some cold lonely night after you strode away -
perhaps true, perhaps not.
This poem is about a cry that has gone silent;
so desperate, without hope, it no longer seeks your charity.
In evening's concealing dark
it simply tucks itself into a closed doorway
curls tight into its vulnerable self
and awaits an unwelcoming dawn.
This poem isn't about you.;
it should be about falling into poverty,
about losing everything,
losing hope.
It shouldn't be about you.
Almost 24 hours.
Ariel
April 1, 2015
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