Wishing You Were Here
I listen to my favorite song
Written the year that I was born
I listen to the poetry of my life
Played to familiar chords
I didn't exchange anything for this cage
My part in the war landed me here
Though far from a model prisoner
I've taken this time of incarceration
To heal the wounds inflicted from this latest battle
A battle for my sanity, my right to be me
A battle for my very soul
A battle that I won
Unfortunately I was unaware of the sleeper cell lying in wait
I was captured for my own good
The handcuffs very effectively silencing the screams made from my pen
A conversion therapy designed specifically for me
To turn me into you and you and you
I will not forget who I am
I will not forget this unique woman I have fallen in love with
I will play along
Make all my words be true for you
I'll smile that dazzling smile
Blinding you with its hypocrisy
I make my reluctant escape
So easily done with a back always towards me
Every step is agony until the pain becomes an addiction
The masochist in me does not want to break this habit
The warrior in me demands it
I'll always wish that you were here
My future stretched before me
Your shadow looming over it
Your ghost standing next to me
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019
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