_Shannon_
02-16-2011, 09:13 PM
The Cardinal Virtues
There is a madwoman's voice within me which rages,
subdued always by cowardice cloaked as surrender.
There are places on my body which will never be kissed again;
I lock them away and pretend they are courage.
My face is riddled with wrinkles as a road map,
over and around the contours of all that will never be.
My shuddering arms hold my heart in my hands for you;
I keep feeling it all and pretend it is wisdom.
There is an empty desert wind within me which howls,
seeping through the cracks of this vacant facade.
There are words , desolate and abandoned aching to be said;
I swallow them and pretend they are temperance.
My body is racked with the neglect of many seasons,
not knowing anymore what it feels like to be held.
My dishonored soul reaches out to others who suffer,
I walk with them and I pretend this is justice.
2.16.2011
There is a madwoman's voice within me which rages,
subdued always by cowardice cloaked as surrender.
There are places on my body which will never be kissed again;
I lock them away and pretend they are courage.
My face is riddled with wrinkles as a road map,
over and around the contours of all that will never be.
My shuddering arms hold my heart in my hands for you;
I keep feeling it all and pretend it is wisdom.
There is an empty desert wind within me which howls,
seeping through the cracks of this vacant facade.
There are words , desolate and abandoned aching to be said;
I swallow them and pretend they are temperance.
My body is racked with the neglect of many seasons,
not knowing anymore what it feels like to be held.
My dishonored soul reaches out to others who suffer,
I walk with them and I pretend this is justice.
2.16.2011