Monday, May 3, 2010

In Which I Can’t Decide Which Metaphor To Use, So I Use Both And Find That Neither Satisfies

I.
Been face to face
with this brick wall for
daysmonthsyears, growing
weary, dizzy staring at the pattern
of defeat, dead ends.

But now the wall is tumbling,
each brick falling, forming paths
away from this place.

Endless options, but
now I’m not sure I want to leave.

II.
Immobilized by mobilization,
I find that more of my roots have taken hold
than I could have ever imagined.

Yet still I rise, despite the tearing
tendrils, despite the protest
of bark twisting, cracking, snapping –
shrapnel, or souvenirs
for those who are to follow.

I pull and the earth pulls back.

3 comments:

Kristin said...

You have such a way with words. I've been aching to write something for the last few months in an attempt to release my thoughts. All my attempts have failed.

Anyway, that was random. I like this. Though I can't really relate. At present I feel more like the soil the roots are being pulled up from.

Jason said...

yeah, that is a hard place to be in too. good-byes are always hard on both ends.

vanderlt said...

more than anything ... i hate goodbyes...

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