The Grief That Drowns YouA Poem by Marie Anzalone
written for a contest
inspired by John M.
Weep, my man, for what can never be-
a society not indifferent to your needs-
and journey on, then.
Take comfort in starlight, and the warm embrace
of tides that ebb and flow, understanding
you are not quite the solitary misanthropic entity
you created. Our paths, purposeless, seemingly,
perhaps ensconced though
in patterns just beyond comprehension.
For we are drifting on the stream of the world, eternally
and it is our grief that drowns us, not the nature
of the current, or the swiftness of the passing,
or even the turbulence
of the flow. Shame can bind-
limbs wound tight with molten brass artificiality,
searing flesh with welts visible only to the bearer-
but it is grief, unbounded, unchecked, that becomes rage.
encasing both spiritual feet ,
dragging us down and rooting us firmly in our unmet desire.
In shallows, at best, simply prohibiting forwardness of motion,
in depths, at worst, having the power
to bring us to those sunless haunted places where slavering ravenous beasts
with sarcastic cutting razor honed claws
tear at the pulsing veins of our emotional heart,
bleeding one dry of passion, inspiration, reason-
that fueled our greatest visions.
Despair is a hungry thing,
dressed in trappings of "this is just reality I am waking to"
it seduces in a crooning lilting lullaby
while positioning to slide home the killing slice.
Tarrying overlong in these dark spaces, where all the light of the world
is unable in all its power to penetrate,
this thing will consume you,
and the resulting vaccuum of manhood
shall destroy all kith and kin who try to remind you, "there is yet hope".
To surface again, you must accept-
this power is too strong- take the universal lifeline,
whispers of glad tidings in the dreamer's ear,
kindness of strangers, and the doctor's words,
and hold tight to sanity- for the concrete of your ungrieved
thoughts, losses, desires careworn
is just too heavy, too firmly set,
for any man,
to release on his own-
and only then shall the current lift you,
to bear you away once more.
© 2010 Marie Anzalone
Xela, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
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