When You Can Come

I am angry.

I am angry because you are not here.

I am angry because I need you

and you cannot come

It is a fire.

It burns more deeply when you approach.

It repels you away.

It it isolates me.

It isolates you.

It keeps me warm.

It singes my skin,

Sends smoldering adrenaline through my veins.

I feel alive.

I feel strong.

I grow weak.

It encircles me,

Protects me,

Threatens to engulf me.

I reach out.

It bites my fingertips,

Whips me back inside

Where I am safe,

Where I am alone.

It will not stop,

As long as I need it.

It will not go,

Until I say,

Until I am strong enough.

It is not you.

It is your past;

A past that haunts you,

That relentlessly

Permeates

Your every perception.

It is not you.

It is your body;

A genetic ailment,

A scientifically proven

Hereditary wound.

It is not you.

It is your fear;

A fear which plagues you,

Which lies to you,

Which sends you

Constantly

Running,

Hiding.

It was not us.

We did nothing;

This cannot be caused

By a girl of seven or a boy of nine.

It was not us,

But while we suffered,

We grew.

As it poisoned us

Our fire grew too.

Our fire poisoned you.

It is not me.

I cannot change you,

No matter what I do,

No matter how hard I try;

But I can love you.

And I do.

I choose to stand.

I chose to hurt.

I choose to love.

I am strong.

I see the lies.

I know the truth.

Your love; my sword.

I will fight.

I will end the battle.

I love you.

I will be patient.

I will wait

So we can be together

When you can come.

Author's Note

photo from: http://kootation.com/reaching-out.html

Reviews

[Aunre]

I like it. I like the short lines. Punchy. I especially like the one stuttering line... "it it" it's like your sputtering while stuttering and you're impatient and angry too. It's always best to write from one side of the glass or the other. The trick is to pick the best side.