Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Ghosts

A shadow of a family
Sits, lumping on our couch
Watching TV with mindless eyes
Occasionally letting a few words out

The lines that bind together
Lie about on the ground like jump ropes
They’re always in the way
Tripping up dreams and shorting out hopes

Every emotion results in a trip
The kitchen holds our sleeping pills
We are cannibals who ravage our own souls
Unaware of what we’ve just killed

When shadow touches skin
An unholy shiver acknowledges the split
Broken bits lie behind beauty
Our reality is a switchboard with connectors that never fit.

Written by Trudy Schrader on July 4th 2007


Note: This was a poem I wrote 3 days before I left my husband of 14 years (16 at divorce).

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Trudy Schrader February 17, 2011 at 6:13 PM Yeah, our marriage had been dead for years, but the acknowledgment of the condition was the hardest by far. I suppose that's why people get stuck so easily in the denial and anger phases of grief.

Caryl Muzzey February 17, 2011 at 6:06 PM A very emotional write but penned so delicately. I enjoyed the read. Caryl