Monday, April 24, 2023

Coursing River Dividing My Heart

 Warning: therapy poetry.... it ain't pretty people. so, if you don't have the space for it today, skip this one. It needs somewhere to live other than my body. That's all. It doesn't need anything, just... air. lol



Coursing River Dividing My Heart 


I sang your name to you

while you dreamed in your shell

I loved you with a wild joy

before either of us knew who you were

You seemed to see the world with a heart of compassion

You seemed to want to love it whole, happy, sane again

like I once did

as a foolish girl with dreams too large

I tried to shelter your heart close to mine as you grew

while letting you grow in your own directions

I tried to guard, to guide, to listen, to hear

Above all, believe you 

when you took the time to speak to me

I saw when you began to hide and lie to me

It happens when we leave childhood behind

Life batters us, distracts, confuses

We all stumble, lose our way

Love is the source

All that heals, binds, lifts us up, inspires, makes worthy

We gather, share, to make ourselves not only happy but stronger

Beacons of light

So my mother taught me

So Life has shown

So I believe

So I instructed

I didn't understand when you began lying to yourself

I didn't understand when you began treating yourself like a victim

I didn't understand when you stopped listening to me, hearing me, believing me

I didn't understand when you began to treat me more like a roommate than a parent

I damn sure don't understand when you went from "I would never do that to you, Mom"

to ripping my heart out so casually

leaving it on the floor like a forgotten toy


without a word, or a picture, or a scribble, not even one smile from your kids

while their presents pile up at graves that don't yet exist


to punish me for being your parent

to punish me for being the roof over your head and theirs

to punish me for being there to care for your children every day for years

diapers, baths, bedtime, meals, stories 

just as I did every day for you

not just come and see Yaya so she can give you sweets

then go home after a visit

No

I fell asleep exhausted next to them 

at the end of long days

Just like I did next to you and your siblings

a second parenthood I never earned nor complained of

How awful when Aunt So and So cut off precious Grandma

never did let her see those boys again

How evil when that sociopath denied me

the ability to see our first grandson

for an entire year

before she went and got him killed when he was just 3

Devastated the whole family

Why would anyone use their own child as a tool to cause pain,

or like a commodity with which to punish or reward?

"I would never do that to you, Mom"

I can still feel your arms around me as you said that

Liar

Nothing was enough to stop you

from dividing my heart

with your piercing river

Inexorable

Heedless

Consistently

From Texas to college and therapy

You rolled over all my concerns

with what you simply desired

as careless as a river in full flood

No thought to the damage you will leave in your wake

No empathy for the mourners left wailing along your banks

never to reclaim their loved ones for proper burial

Abandoned 

by your piercing river

that should have brought love, healing, a renewal of wisdom

instead of this unnatural disaster


Because I insisted

Get Therapy or Get Out 

for serious abusive issues 

to a no job boyfriend

you just moved into the house

depressing the entire family

after two years of being forced to live in silence

against my will, better judgement, sanity, personal faith

all while I watch the campaign being run against me

on the other side of your widening river

My heart dissolves slowly

like banks too soft to withstand yet another rain

While your sister

who refused to be a living light

laughs and tells me

You were not tactful enough, Mother

Enough

I could cry my own river 

with how much I miss her

but I am thankful she 

my Mom 

isn't here to see any of this bullshit

We loved too much

She and I



We may be divided

You and I

Yet

I will not be drowned 

by your silly trickle, my little love

For Love is the source

Not me

Not you

No matter how you flow 

nor how we rage

You too will return to the source eventually


Though I may storm now

eventually my love will lie calm again 

Reflecting that perfect light 

back to you once again


Moonlight

upon the ribbon of the river

dividing my heart