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I Heard You
I heard you call my name last night
Felt your hands
Run down
My body
Gentle caresses
I heard you call my name last night
Felt your kisses
Enshrine
A succulent reminder
That I was safe
Content
For you would never
Attempt
To destroy
Me
I heard you call my name last night
Allowed each word
You spoke
To cling to my ears
Embellish me
Delicious
I heard you call my name last night
And I drank you in
And I languished
For as long
As you permitted me to
Before your
Hands’
Gentle pressure
Let me go
I heard you call my name
Last night
And today
I am
Forever
Thankful
© Kim Friesen
Gentle kisses you drop upon my eyelids
As the smell of your rosemary shampoo
Lingers
I breathe you in, deep
Captivated by your delicious scent
Sheltered
In the serenity of our love
I am exalted and empowered
Free to be in this moment
Ignited
By a well of ideas
That spill forth now
As I close my eyes
Energized
By thoughts of where
This next chapter of my life
Will take me
Empowered
I stare in amazement
At this beautiful non-judgmental soul
Before me
You were placed into my life
And for this I am honored
Sounds of a raven’s cry
The rustle of discarded petals
And the resonance of ducks swimming nearby
Sprinkle down upon us
And your eyes focus
On
Each
Word
Imparted
From my lips
Steadfast you listen
Until we are besieged
By the thunder of cars moving fast in the distance
A dog’s bark
And children’s gleeful laughter
We pause now
As you pass a blade of grass over my face
And I look up to you
And we once again
Are scooped
In our private moment
Of gratitude
Fingertips
Caress each other’s bodies
Arms entwine
Protective
Immovable
Captivated
In this snippet
We were gifted
Before the real world
Will
Engage
and
Occupy
Our bodies and minds once more
© Kim Friesen
“This poem I wrote less than a year after my stroke. The poetry I wrote during this period I admit is a bit despondent. What I wish to impart when I share it though is that no matter what road you are on in life, it can be pulled out from you in a heartbeat. I don’t recognize the person speaking here. My advice is that if this happens to someone you know or love, lean in a little closer. My life changed on June 9, 2003 – some have been good changes and others have been ones that really made me pause.”
<span style=”visibility: hidden;”>+++</span>I look at you
And no longer see
The light
That used to shine out from inside of you
Luminous
The flicker
I once thought
I could ignite
Has disintegrated and now lays in embers
Lifeless
I don’t think
I can ignore
The feeling
That fills me now
With the knowledge
That no matter how hard I try today
The book of matches I once used to use
Lays
Staring
I can no longer pick it up
For I am paralyzed
© Kim Friesen
“This poem I wrote in the last few days. It’s raw, may need work in your mind, but every time I try, it won’t let me change it. It’s like my computer has a mind of its own. This is a challenge to show me and you that sometimes enough is enough. Sometimes you just have to let it fly . . .”
I The Voyeur
The baby’s chubby, pink fingered hand
Extends upward
Grabs onto the bright silver chain that dangles
Off the ruddy neck of his Daddy
Both faces are lit up like Christmas trees
Both their eyes sparkle
Baby’s toothless grin spreads wide and full
As Daddy drops love filled kisses
Across his baby’s delicious, plump cheeks
Momma’s brown eyes shine back at Daddy
From his baby’s face
And he is ever thankful
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
Momma’s sits in the kitchen
Holds her breath
A stifled cry
She stares straight ahead at the stack of mail
To where her husband’s orders lay
Her soldier’s been requested
She doesn’t want to let her husband go
She can’t express a word right now
As an ache in her hearts overtakes
Slow tears begin to trickle
The sound of laughter from the room next door
Ironic
To the emotions that she feels
Daddy hears his wife’s soft whimpers
Holds his baby to his chest, solid
Takes this last second to pretend
That no one else needs him
Breathes in deep and seals his child’s scent
Into every cell of his body
While his baby giggles with no comprehension
Hopes are dashed
The white picket fence grayed
Dreams are squashed
Echoes of memories
Will replace this scene tomorrow
As the large flag in the front yard blows
In no permanent direction
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
Speed forward a few months
Where somewhere in another country
Beside a landmine
Daddy’s dog tags lay
The glint of the silver chain is no longer present
Just a heap of a body remains
Once a man, once a daddy, once a husband
Trodden
A single boot turned on its side
And a few yards away
Beside a gun
Unfired
Lays the helmet still intact
The face, unrecognizable
Another voice has been silenced
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I wish I could’ve saved him . . .
At home the mood is festive
Until the precision of the knock
Two large soldiers encompass the door well
Sharp and non-emotional
Their visit is one that no wants
Momma’s hand now on the door
Legs give way
And she collapses
As the torsion in her heart strangles
She cannot breath, she cannot speak
Her body shakes
A wife she is no longer
Infernal descent
A cloudless sky
Dark and disheartened
A child’s bike
Lies on the ground
The squeak of the wheel as it turns
Deafens
A wife’s sorrow
A child’s innocence
A flag now flies at half-mast
Shattered hearts
Shattered dreams
Shattered pictures lay on the floor
With faces that continue to smile
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
“Baby, you’ll know soon enough”
Momma whispers into her baby’s ear
Her eyes turned inward
Her soul’s on fire
She hugs him even tighter
A life sparse in pureness
Daddy left with no last goodbye
Soon the questions will haunt them
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
A funeral procession
A flag draped across the casket
The scrunch of Momma’s eyebrows
Dressed in black
Head to toe
A hat and veil to hide her
Her teeth are clenched
As a guttural moan escapes
She tries to hold it back
But it takes on a life of its own
Her emotions rob her of wisdom
She shudders though she is not cold
Like a fish
She feels gutted
People stare
Shake their heads
Her face is pale
Her smile is pasted
Her eyes are distant
No doubt lost in another time
She needs to escape what she couldn’t foresee
How can she live without him?
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare. . .
Fast forward now, a few months more
A cesspool of madness
Enclaves
The flag that was flying is now in shreds
A shell of her former self
Momma’s shadows of strife defines her
The stench of their house
Unmade beds
Red rimmed eyelids
Emotions run rampant
Like the glasses and dishes that lay discarded
She stares ahead
As her baby’s fingers on his perfect hand
Plump and pink
Reach upward
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
Soon days are years
Yet the song of sorrow still sings, destructive
Despite its staleness
The wreckage of love
Branded on Momma’s heart
Leaves questions for her baby boy
Now a child
Lines have emerged on Momma’s face
Too early, she is haggard
Filled with misery touched by torment
Projections of that horrid day
Are constant
Trapped is how her baby child feels
Inside he boils in anger
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
The baby child grows fast and strong
A teenager he becomes
Piercings and tattoos of destruction
Cuts on wrists
Posters of pure hatred that decorate his wall
The crucifixion of his life has flourished
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
Seasons change and that day arrives
That Momma has long since dreaded
Realization and vocalization
From her child caught in hell
Daddy doesn’t live here
Why did he fight a war
That left a war within his family’s heart
Forever?
Her child stares bewildered
Asks questions she can’t answer
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
Years they pass
Time can’t stand still
Momma’s little child now a man
Reaches for his Momma’s hand
As her feeble arms reach out to squeeze
What little strength she musters
He looks at her
And shakes his head
His voice surrounds like velvet
Promises he’ll stay with her
That he will not desert her
In the silence
Deep into the night
They talk and cry and listen
The faded picture
Of her one true love
Momma pulls from her chest
Her baby boy stares wounded
Blindsided
Ancient tears
So
Long
Buried
Like a tap he drips
He never thought he’d still feel the love
For someone long since departed
So Momma’s boy
Does what he’s yearned to do
And let’s his arm surround her
He holds her tight
Won’t let her go
He is her world
She is his too
They promise each other
Protection
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
So fast forward now
To one fine day
When Momma’s little boy comes to say
I’m now a dad
And from this you’ll see
That from my little girl’s eyes
Daddy stares at me
I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .
© Kim Friesen
I will always find
My way back to
You
No matter if others
Try to take me from
You
With words of conflict and lies
Or if I appear to stray
You need never worry
Know I am here
Always in the back of my mind
Will be the goal
To find my way back to
You
For your
Patience
Care
Concern
Pride
And love
For me
Is steadfast
As is mine for
You
Forever I am tied to you
Indebted
For eternity
I will look for
And I will find
You
Soul mates
Wherever you are
Your belief in me
Strong
Faithful
True
Words of wisdom
Kindness
I hear
You
That person
Who has never tried to make believe
A world that does not exist for me
I adore you
And for this
I am thankful
You
Are a gift I will not let go of
For
You
Will forever humble me
For
You
I will always fight for
As I know you will always fight for me
For no matter
What
Or
If
Anyone
Tries to take
Me
Away from
You
In physical or emotional form
You
Resolute
Will be there
Just as
I
Resolute
Will be there for
You
© Kim Friesen
From September 2014 Newsletter
My Heart and Yours
Child of the desert
No mother, no father
You stand there
Encircled in other children
Smiling
Distended bellies
Bodies of bones that protrude
Beneath a mere sheath of skin
Shock my eyes
I breathe inward
Flies upon your face
Feast upon starvation
My heart anguishes
Who tucks you in at night
Under that tree
Or in that decrepit mud hut?
Whose arms keep you warm
And offer you
The reminder that you
Are loved
No matter?
Who tells you it’s okay to smile
When devastation surrounds you?
I stare openly, dumbfounded
My heart stumbles
Unimaginable violence
The Genocide
Penetrates your life
Desperate
To eradicate you
So many lives will be
Stolen
Before yours
My heart convulses
Eternal displacement
Not only from your family
But from mere existence
Despondent
My heart fractures
No one seems to acknowledge you
Encircled in a sea of sand
Stillness surrounds you
My heart yearns to understand
As a flash in the distance
Lights you up
As though fireworks were set off
The sand explodes
And rushes upwards
Catapults to the ground
You stand helpless
As shell casings
Land so close to you
I see your hair blow
Silent
As river of blood slithers
My heart beats faster
Your world
Intense
You grow up too fast
Your body frail
Yet your wisdom boundless
You crouch behind a tree
Forgotten
As the pain in my chest deepens
I so want to change your future
Yet sit here helpless
Or thoughtless or something in between that I try to comprehend
From one human to another
I love you
For
Tomorrow this could be your heart
And in this moment
I cry with you
My western world may appear bleak
To my sometimes repressed Western world
We
Independent
Humans
Yet both fragile
To either
Bombs
Guns
Torture
Or
Cancer
Strokes
Heart attacks
ALS
Cystic Fibrosis
The list is endless
My heart
Beats
With your heart
Interwoven
Yet forgotten
© Kim Friesen
Hold onto my heart
As it all
But disappears
Into the depth of hell
The cavernous retreat deep inside of myself
As I stare face-to-face with lies and heartache
Twisted moments I can never reinvent
Stagnate yet cyclic as they churn hurt upon me
I feel my breath sucked out of me
My life derailed from passion and hope
Hollow
Let me heal
Hold onto my heart
As all I have come to know
In the outside world falls away
As I try to release my struggles
And receive your love and kindness
Cautious
Stand with me now, encase me in your strong arms
The wane
Disperses aches that seem endless
Hold onto my heart
As silence
Encapsulates me
Damage surrounds and tries to overpower, repugnant
Despair tries to eradicate my emotions
Distressed
Hold even tighter to me, please
Pull me towards you now
Hold onto your surfer riding this wave of discovery
Wipe the tears that flow
Take heed that the venomous words I speak
Are not yours to own
Let my healing begin
Seek comfort as now grasp you tighter
Know that this is
All I ever wanted
You beside me, strong
Stand with me and witness to my transformation
Joyous
Share in the good will
Stand with me in this moment
And let the deep love I feel but have never expressed
Surround us both
Remember that
I have always been
And will forever remain
Thankful.
© Kim Friesen
Your love trickles down upon me
Bridled with the exquisite scent
Of flowers
Reminiscent of a Hawaiian rain
Moist
Your invitation
Signals a promise
To eradicate my fears
And possess me in ways
That no one else has ever touched me
Your movement provides comfort
Fills my soul with sights and sounds
An overflow of ecstasy
As I am encompassed
In a halo of light
Strong and passionate
You grasp me
As my body collapses
In a dazed and confused
Yet comfortable
State of mind
I am left helpless
A mere wave in your ocean of delight
Expert hands paint a canvass
Of what my life looks like while I lie in your arms
Drizzled in excitement
You dress me
With feelings
Of compassion and completeness
Your willingness
To unlock me
Both
Enraptures
And delights me
Forever in this moment
I choose to remain
Grounded
© Kim Friesen
The Beach
Sun baked sand squishes beneath my naked feet
As I rake trenches
To expose the moistness
Perched upon a cavernous log
I am both captivated and contemplative
As I gaze ahead
Breathe in a slow and delicious breath
And
I
. . . Pause . . .
The sounds of nature
Frames me, unified
My mind
Is forced of any thoughts
As I am distracted by what is before me
A wet desert that leads
To nowhere
Yet
To everywhere
All at the same time
The ocean
Smooth as a piece of glass
Yet rippled every now and then
With large bubbles
And small bursts of minute waves
Pensive I sit
Filled with the knowledge that life exists below this expanse
Unseen
A mirror of those feelings and emotions that live inside of me now
That I can not
Express
To you
Raptured in tranquility
Sweat beads on my brow
As those pocket-sized waves
I’d seen earlier
Now lap against the shoreline
Soon, I know,
They will try to lick my feet
And I will smile
I look up and see that the sun has started its slow descent now,
Its slip into another place
To warm another’s soul
The call of a seagull right near me, enfolds
Reminds me that I must leave here soon
Yet
I fight this
Remain a little longer
Intent to submerse myself even further into this moment
To live the authentic me
In touch
With my feelings
With my thoughts
With my being
© Kim Friesen
My Pause
Hold onto my heart, please
Let me disappear
Into the cavern of my being
Where I will venture and explore
The time has come to regenerate
And despite the fear
I promise you
I will allow myself to to be permeated
Hold onto my heart, please
Capture each fresh, new tear that falls
As I try to let go and receive
All the enrichment that lies before me
The time has come to regenerate
Yet, despite the hollowness I feel
I will breathe and dig deeper and trust that I am home
Hold onto my heart, please
Care for me during this silent descent
Allow me to tether from your fingertips
So I can dangle in the ocean of hope that exists inside of me
I will regenerate
Let me burrow into my secrets
Comfort the little girl who is always inside of me
Break down walls and barriers that others erected
Be still in the moment and draw the strength that is needed
For
I promise
That when I resurface
My love for myself and for you
Will be
Vigorous
Undeniable
Authentic
And
Better directed
To become
That person
That I knew one day
I wanted to become
© Kim Friesen
Yesterday,
Your face like porcelain
Taut and translucent
Delicious and dewy
A resplendent vision before me
So assured
Today,
Eyes cast forward
Divulge such frailty
Hollow
Despondent
A lost soul
Who searches
My heart feels your pain
It clenches, restless
The sound of silence
Tries to bring you to your knees
Dissolve you into a pool of emotions, blinded
Distraught
My mind searches for a bridge
Down the corridors my thoughts travel
To the room
Where the boat is perched in safe harbors
I pull it towards me
Entwine
Like
Rope
Braided
Together
I promise
I will not let you go, like others
Me
A warrior
I will defend you
Destroy the demons
Intent on your obliteration
Your mouth turned downward
Makes me yearn
To paint kisses
Dripped with love
Across each wrinkled crease of woe
I so want to hug you
Allow my heartbeat to encompass you
Breathe into you the scent of hope
I want your soul to smile with mine
My limbs begin to
Vibrate
As I watch your fist shatter the mirror
Mascara
Mixed
Among the tears
My legs
Succumb
Like the fabric doll
My auntie made for me
When I was five
I try to hold onto something
To prop myself back up
But the floor’s surface
Beckons to overtake me
My heart beats, thunder
As my eyes
Like a stopwatch
Count
The drops
Of blood
Vibrant
That rain downward
As your hands drop to your waist
And you stare forward
I try to reach out to you
But my arms
Somehow
Untimely
Are paralyzed
Disorientated
As the room begins to spin
Cyclonic
I remember the dandelion you picked
That spring day in the meadow
How you blew softly upon the feathery pieces of fluff
“I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight”
Nausea
Shallow breath
I am drawn to look at you
Stalemate
Stagnant
What do I even have to offer you?
Am worthy?
Voiceless
You turn towards me
Our eyes lock in a stare
As a single tear
Descends
From your eye
Stains
My heart, eternal
Spasms of apocalyptic nature
Erupt inside of me
Sounds rings through my ears, vociferous
Reminds me I am still in fact alive, buoyant
As
Footsteps
Reverberate
And
Hands grab hold of both of us
As we are shrouded
Together
In this moment
Perched
Upon this cliff we dangle
Somewhere
Caught
Between
Life
And
Death
Here
and
Now
Yesterday
and
Tomorrow
Is your life flashing before you eyes now?
“Hush a bye baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all”
Voices interrupt
Their clamor violates my thoughts
As muscled arms
Sinewy
Lift
The feather
That floats in a spiral
In front of me
I watch, mesmerized
As each letter to each word
To every sentence
Attempts to penetrate
And threaten the life line
I witness
As the unknown begs, blithe
To the silence
The warrior
Transport
The glare of the hospital lights, incandescent
The ugly beige curtains, drab
The hospital bed sheets, twisted
The sounds of laughter, palpitates in the hallway
The realization that nothing has changed
Foreshadows from the past?
Predictor of the future?
Checkmate in the game of life
You stare at your hands
As I stare at you
No mirrors close by
The snake in the grass slithers
Parting yesterday and tomorrow
Only you can answer
If it will take you away
Today
© Kim Friesen
I Love You
I write
Today
My time
Resolute
I say now
What I should have said
Yesterday
I love you
For today
For tomorrow
For always
This is my promise
The vow that I never personified
Yet now I do
Forthwith I will savor
Each stroke
Each breath
Each movement
You radiate through my life
Forthwith I will allow you to
Illuminate and penetrate my soul
To remove the shadows of doubt
That once used to tether
I will not treat you
The way a spoiled child treats
An over abundance of Christmas gifts
Instead
I will
Revere you
Amaze you
And perhaps the most important gift
I will love you
Unconditional, non-selfish, supportive and demonstrative
Always
© Kim Friesen
Goodbye. Hello
The stand of trees protect me now
Shafts of white light
Reach down from above
To surround and
Illuminate me from within, brilliant
As I sit in this moment, absorbed
I remember
The silent cry of goodbyes
Which once used to torment me
So many
Departures
By people
Who I thought I mattered to
Only to find out later
I meant nothing, robbed
Today though
Yet another path
Beckons
A new fork in the road
Calls my name
And I
Unafraid
Walk towards it
I reach up to the sun rays
Reminded how warm they are
Another adventure awaits me
As a door shuts in my mind
And I leave behind those fractures of people
Whose fissures once tried, in haste, to dissuade me
A smile filled with courage
Spreads across my face
As I take the step to move forward
Down this new path
Stretched out before me
Without fear
Of the future
Challenge
And
Reward
I am ready
I walk upright, tall
Let my nostrils fill with belief
Heart opened wide
Surrounded in the knowledge
That experience
Will make me thankful
That the stand of trees will protect me, always
I move forward
To embrace you
Exalted.
© Kim Friesen
DESPERADO
Inspired by Gwen Stefani’s Song – I Used To Love You
The door opens
As a lump forms in my throat
Drips of irony splash at my feet
Intrigue
Mixed with
The feeling of wanting to flee
To greet your face
A face I had dreamed about
But wondered if I’d ever see
Feels as though the past just crashed into the present
It roars
A tidal wave of emotions tramples my mind
As I try to cover my ears before the
Inevitable
Detonation
Of my heart song
Encroaches
I stand exposed
Caught off guard
My veil of concealment having done a face plant
Damn you
“Suitcase, band-aids, pulling back out the driveway . . . I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you?”
Words that need to be spoken
Swirl
And dissect
My inner fortress
Each bricks begin to shake, agitated
My mind races
Trying to catch up with
The cuts you’ll surely attempt to make upon my words
Can I trust you?
A jigsaw puzzles lies before me
And I can’t help but think where that first piece is
You know
That one that always gets you started
I am befuddled
No longer at peace with my day
Why is this happening?
I try to envisage what your thoughts were then?
What they might be now?
You act so composed now
Yet, I know you . . .
Inside you are dying
You could never fool me, could you?
Remember that I’m that one that never judged you
I wish you never chose to lie to me, of all people
I wish you thought I was important
To put me in the same arena as those who judged you
Still stings me to this day
Makes my insides curl, contort
Concurrent with the fact that I know you know
That a shred of me drowned that day that I walked away
Lost I was
Within your ego’s demands
I was forced to leave
What we would have been . . .
Today
Instead
Again
I lay cut open before you
And still wish you did not have this effect on me
Damn me
“I think I just remembered since the first time that I hated you that I used to love you”
Severed in this fragment of time
I feel raw
And know I need to leave
Before I once again say something
I will regret
You know I’m good at disclosure
Letting all my feelings out
While others stay silent
Don’t you
Thankfully
This time though
I was with another
They saw you when I wasn’t looking
They spoke to you
Too
They almost slipped up
And said those words
That would have gutted me:
“She misses you”
They know I need you,
Especially right now
Words won’t come easy for me today though
That I was your loss
That it was never the other way around
So, I catch my breath
And walk away
Before you
End this moment
I later was told it was right then
That your smile faded
The smile you easily shared with me
That surprises me
Were you, perhaps, invested?
Is this song over?
Have all the words now been written?
Have I hit ever note for every chord?
I will allow you to judge . . .
I walk away
Only
To
Run
Into you
Once more
On the same day
In a separate part
Of our town
Face-to-face
This time
Even closer
I can almost smell your perfume
I don’t remember your eyes looking so kind
“I give up!” I thought
You always could get to me
Couldn’t you . . .
Intertwined
Our destiny
You hugged me
I hugged you back
I said I missed you
I know you knew I was shaken
I held my head higher
You said you missed me too
But then today
Instead
of letting my words tumble out
Clowns in a clown car
I grab hold of those tiny fragments of my heart
Reserved only for you
And
Taking a labored breath
I
Walk
Away
I was the best thing that ever happened to you . . . I don’t know why I cry”
© Kim Friesen
From 2016 – Volume 1 Newsletter
UNDER THE BRIDGE – HEART SHAPED BOX
Eclipsed moments
Shadowed by age
Cobweb that piece of me
We left to wither in the graveyard of my mind
Embalmed
Until this moment
Words once spoken
Rise up; death reborn
As I close my eyes tighter
Desperate to purge and eviscerate
All that was said between us
Reminders of every word
In each sentence
That fell
From my tongue that day
Are set on an endless loop
As I feel my insides clench
And my frail hands reach up
Urged to clasp and smother;
Erase both truths and lies that I spoke to you
Yet today
I know well enough
That I alone cannot tame them
That without you they will
Forever
Mingle in the outer circle
Of the words that may never be spoken
As I sit here alone; I tremble; solicitous
My envelope of memories perched, precarious
Next to a vision
Of a jewel encrusted golden sword – luminous
It waits
On a large, square granite stone
Its handle pointed towards me
Passive
Yet
Aggressive
I hear its silent call
Placed to prompt and tempt me
To pick it up and swing it
To eradicate that piece of self-hatred
To sever these recollections for eternity
A juxtaposition
A cross road
Tiny bridges that I didn’t think I could cross over
Call me
Open, exposed, fractured, broken; undeniable
I visit the blighted pictures in my head
Sift through them
Despite the discomfort
Tears fall, unhurried
As I let them
Stain my cheeks
As life’s mirror reflects
That which you do not know
Failed attempts that I shattered
Before I let them touch you
Boisterous
They were intent to define me to you
Even though they held no truth
Stranded and abandoned by others
I drowned you
And watched as the last time
You went under the water, with such ease
Though at first you flailed
Unaware that
You were forsaken
I turned my back, so you could not see my face
Gifted with sacrifice
No one taught me how to trust
I picked myself up and with a wind of words
I turned and pushed you out of my life
I watched you as your belief in me was eradicated
Like a dried, crusty, colorless leaf
Fallen from the mighty oak
I picked you up and watched
As my fingers slowly crushed you
I reveled
In the feeling of dis-compassion
Of surrender to conflict, to a path well worn, familiar
To return to my fortress that I’d built years ago
To possess and protect me
Tonight though
As I stare
At the rocks that mark your virtual grave
I marvel now how each of them
Seem to teeter
© Kim Friesen
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