This
Whats this?
This.
Why is this?
Why does it exist?
It rips and burns her insides.
With so much force
She wonders sometimes why it hasnt killed her
Maybe its doing it slowly?
So many questions.
No answers.
Wonder why.
Facts unlike this are safe.
Because she can get ready for what she knows is going to happen.
But this never gives any warnings.
It just blindfolds her.
Like its a little kid playing
Always hiding
Trying to keep quiete.... always teasing
But always pops out in the end.
So maybe she will play with it.
Maybe if she plays along it will get tired and calm down.
But the more she goes along with it
It gets stronger.
She doesnt know what to do anymore
When she tries to ignore it
She doesnt know when its coming
When its going to strike
When it will decide it doesnt want to stay put anymore.
When she goes along with it
Plays with it just as if it were a child
Trying to get used to its rhythm like music
It attackes more violently than before.
Either way it turnes out the same
Ripping and Shredding all in its path.
Maybe someday it will be strong ennough to use her.
They will both be one.
She knows thats what it wishes.
Poor little anger.
Never being able to lead a life of its own.
Always too fragile to contain one.
Maybe thats why it hasnt been granted with one.
And instead lives a part of every one elses life.
Being split into so many.
Too small to be able to take complete control.
As she sits there taking pity for anger
She learns how it feels...
And feels a bond....
As anger gets what it wants...
without her knowing.
~Joan Baez
 Marina Anchors · Sun May 24, 2009 @ 10:08pm · 0 Comments |
