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I sense a dark storm is looming over.
Someone told me that I should not be afraid
of all the tragedy impending. Even if the winds
blow me empty at will, I should not cower.
There are intruders- those unwelcomed visitors
breaking and entering the skin I lived in.
I forgot the keys, my memory slips
down in the labyrinth of forgetting.
I search for clues, deciphering a code
among the pages in the book of days.
I misplaced the sign- “don’t disturb”
among the shards of broken plates,
of broken glasses in the kitchen.
Where did I put our picture frame?
I can only hear whispers from strangers
whose faces I have seen for the first time.
Ruling my house as if they’re kings and queens
breaching a territory, our serfdom of privacy.
I blame these disrespectful marauders
for letting me swim deeper into the pool.
I got tangled in the maze, finding myself.
Don’t they know it’s an abyss down here?
Don’t they know how it feels to get lost
sinking deeper among piles and boxes
of photographs, of letters, searching-
a faint remembrance of the two of us.
They keep on robbing me of something.
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Those Sisters’ Men
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Science, Social Commentary, Society, tagged apologies, appearance, aspect, away, began, blood, body, bond, born, boundaries, breed, build, cages, divide, eagerness, emotional, encroachment, eversince, familiarity, far, fences, found, go, hand, hate, how, images, imaginary, innocence, intimate, investment, lifetime, line, marriage, meant, men, mother womb, never, nil, out, part, picket, places, plummet, plunder, poem, poetry, property, relationships, ruin, run, see, share, sister, sisters, snatch, Society, somewhere, space, split-second, stop, stranger, suddenly, talk, territories, two, understand, union, utter, wall, warning, weight, word on April 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
When my sisters began to marry their men,
I just stop talking to them. Eagerness
suddenly plummet into nil and I began seeing
an imaginary wall that divides me to them.
Those strangers’ hand snatching spaces,
of familiarity, never uttered a word about apologies.
Plundering the blood bond, the images of innocence
running away to far places where I cannot go… I hate them.
Suddenly somewhere appears picket fences,
territories, boundaries and cages
which were meant as a warning
not to encroach their line, their property.
And how then, for a split-second
they ruin the emotional investment
my sisters and I build relationships.
Ah, they would never understand
the weightier aspects more than
the union of two bodies to breed.
They would never understand how
my sisters and I share a lifetime-
that intimate part we found eversince
we are born, out of our mother’s womb.
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