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The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.

*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.

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  1. Date: 5/26/2009 8:03:00 PM
    Excellent writing. Congratulations on your win. Smiles from Lolita

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 1:58:00 PM
    Congratulations Kristin on your most excellent and well deserved win in Michael's contest! Love, Shar

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 1:09:00 AM
    Congrats on your success in Michael's contest Kristin .Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 5/24/2009 1:28:00 PM
    Congrats Kristin on your success in the contest...Raul

  1. Date: 5/24/2009 12:34:00 PM
    This poem still makes me ache for wrote with the magic of your golden pen. Congratulations Kristin, for your win in Michaels contest..God Bless !!

  1. Date: 5/4/2009 8:25:00 AM
    Thank you for your welcome blog comment Kristin.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 4/30/2009 8:29:00 AM
    I think you may have used this type of poetic narrative before, it is much alined with the great poet Charles Reznikoff. I find that it takes a lot out of the writerboth emotionally and in the actual work involved in presenting a narrative to a readership, as something for them to make something of; not to empathise but to appreciate humanity that bit more. I love this, many writers (including famous ones) fail to be able to convincingly write like this. For me this poem is a gem.

  1. Date: 4/28/2009 9:17:00 PM
    Wow, Kristin, it would be hard to accept someone like him. But it's wonderful that you have "stopped fighting" your past "and embraced it." So glad this poem ends on a positive note. Masterfully composed!

  1. Date: 4/28/2009 4:11:00 PM
    ....And so I 'always' look forward to "Your Writes"~"Glimpses & Images, of Your Beautiful Soul!!!!":):)~Smile, "You Are A Treasure~Brighter Than The Brightest of Jewels!!!!":):)~And, As Always, "My Love Forever & A Day, To 'You & Your Loves,' Eternally, John!!!"~"Have The Most Beautiful of Days, Dear Kristin Reynolds!!!!":):) Bye ~

  1. Date: 4/28/2009 4:05:00 PM
    ....For "You" have seemed to find victory, wherein many others seem to hold onto, but the chains of defeat....Smile, and I love "You" for that~for truly "You" will be a light, for many of their own lives!!!!?:):)~"You Are Such A Wonderful Writer~Rare & Beautiful Indeed!!!!":):)~And I am soo honored, to call "You" my friend!!!!:):)....cont....

  1. Date: 4/28/2009 3:58:00 PM
    Yes, "You Are A Great Light Kristin~And Heaven Designed 'You' Just This Way!!!!":):)~Sigh, oh that I could absorb "You" into my own soul...."You" have growned and learned, from amid the shadows beyond the night!!!?:):)~And I too, as "Yourself," do not cry for "You" either~Yet I celebrate with "You," the light and wisdoms, of a life blessed and learned!!!!?:):)....cont....

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 9:04:00 AM
    Kristin I just commented on another poem entered into my contest which I really try not to do but I decided to let my landscaping go and catch up on the site for a little while and the way you have just nailed the essence of the contest just boggles my mind - As you know his is what I'm all about in my poetry - showing that darkness must bow before the light - Outstanding poem Kristin - YF4L, God Bless, MJ

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 7:32:00 AM
    Kristin, there is enough here for many poems. I suppose one can never quite get it all out, but tries bravely. A suicide must be the most difficult of all to rationalize. You've set it straight through your faith. What could possibly be better? Love, daver

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 1:52:00 AM
    Best wishes with this Kristin.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 9:52:00 AM
    Kristin this one brought on a ton of emotion, you are one mighty child of God. I'll bet He is smiling His sweet love down on you after reading this awesome testimony. Turning the devils own tools against himself, you are an overcomer. Praise God, your friend, Ron

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 9:30:00 AM
    And may you heal forever in the beauty of your garden of words ... you preserved. I love your eye for details, and the scientific dissection you make of emotions ... powerful poem, my dear.

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 9:00:00 AM
    WOW. My most favorite poem about you ever, that you have written to date (I think). : ) The cruel, difficult, confusing past you have come to not only understand but embrace! How amazing is that in itself! Making you one of the most 'light holding' 'light giving', rare, beautiful and talented souls I have ever known. Bravo Kristin. This is a masterpiece. (btw voted already today) Love you friend, Shar

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 5:20:00 AM
    Ah...K you are such an inspiration. Only the very strong overcome so much and come back from it with such a vengeance. You are amazing and an inspiration for all who feel broken. This poem is BRILLIANT! If this is not a winner I will eat my hat. LOL (if i was wearing one) Love you!! Love me

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 4:17:00 AM
    Kristin, I'm in awe at the intricate beauty of this poem! you are an incredible poet! Jim

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 4:03:00 AM
    This is a breathtaking write my talented had my heart doing funny things when I read it..drying up like ancient rivers still baring the scars of what once was..when you write like this you go to another well how you detailed the pain and the growth..well done my rasta sister...loved it.