Escaping me

The father left for cigarettes

the smoke embraced the ashes of her trust

all they did was make her rust

The world was cold

Mother's eyes were colder

No one enlightened her when lessons got older

but the revenge plot was still in order

When her wisdom turned out to be a one - legged soldier

no one could grasp her

be restless with her, fonder

She would whisper words, make long pauses

she would always leave us speechless and exhaust us

Her goodbyes were never clear

all she cared about was to find an exit and disappear

She pushed herself so much away

and they let her vanish in vain

They found her ghost in the hills

the muse kissed her and let her worst critic drink all the pills

In your misconceptions she aimed to stay alive

but what a time to go and lie

find all the truths hidden behind her walls and still deny

I think it is time again

for her to fly

but change the route and betray paradigms

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A tragic tale here. The mother in the poem seems to have been deeply troubled, probably depressed. She was indeed her own worst critic, and apparently her own executioner. I see no guilt anywhere here, for who really can tell what is in the heart of another?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

abuse is not with impunity...
she will fly and drop him out of her sky.
great metaphor used here, Jeannette.
I love this kind of deep poetry that allows us to sink into it.

j.