Save Me

I

Buried under my skin
is a layer of tragedy
decorated to seem holy
in a veneer of vulnerability.
The romance of it all
is almost unbearable to me.

I’ve curled my edges in
to keep them from burning
at the weight of the empty stares
and meager adulation
feeding my demons,
their voices tangled in my hair.

If you look at me now,
would you see through my smile?

II

My laughter feels like fire
running down my throat;
can you hear me now?

My heart beats like a drum
drowning out my thoughts;
can you feel me now?

My eyes linger on you,
sending you my signals;
can you see me now?

Tell me,
will you come and save me now?

Marie

Note: In all honesty, writing this wasn’t easy for me. This is the first time I’ve been able to fully acknowledge the depression I’ve been feeling for the last few months. I didn’t plan on writing this, but when I did, it felt as though a large weight has fallen off my shoulders.

It’s okay to not be okay; it’s okay to feel what we feel, and it’s okay to talk about it.

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Shadow Play

I’ve been going through some of my old poems lately and I’ve got to thinking about sharing this one in particular. Hope you guys like it.

Shadow Play

I

There’s beauty in reality,
the mundaneness of it all,
light and shadow, merging as one,
creating the concrete, the prosaic,
the black and the white:
a virtual reality.

II

There’s beauty in a lie,
in the shadows cast by the light
on the stage we set our feet upon;
an act, a fictional plot,
a dream that is our life:
a distorted reality.

Marie (2016)

The Candle and The Flame

You are the flame to my candlewick,
burning me, my beautiful tragedy.
I melt in your divine light,
a slow dance to an impending demise,
and when the end draws near,
you slowly disappear,
a cloud of smoke smoldering in the air
and a heavy feeling of despair
for the unwitting victim left in your wake,
the pool of wax in its unfortunate state.

Marie

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Love On Display

I see an image of love
reflected in a camera’s lens.
A moment captured,
shared with the rest of the world
for them to gawk,
to admire,
and to envy.
But beneath those smiles,
between the layers of laughter,
there are shadows,
there are walls,
and broken promises.
Still, I keep it,
preserved in a frame,
this pretty picture
on display.

Marie

Puzzles

I am a puzzle
scattered on the floor,
a mess of measured pieces
bound to fit
in certain places.

The broken image
is all I see
until you come
to take the rest of me
and fill in the spaces
left vacant,
forming a picture
one desires.

Marie

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January

It’s all coming back to me…

It’s January,
The cold air brushing against my skin.
The night is young
And there we were, gathered together,
Music and stories and warm laughter
Filling my senses.
I live for these moments of freedom,
Surrounded by these little joys,
Committing every detail to memory.

I let my thoughts float in the air,
Like the little bubbles floating off into the clouds,
As my mind drifts back to today.

Suddenly, January feels like a lifetime ago.

Marie

Note: The first line is inspired by Celine Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now”. My friend sang this song at a New Year‘s gathering we had last January.

A Reverie

Dream with me tonight.

His kiss was soft,
like a feather brushing against my skin.
Rest now, he said
as he wrapped his arms around me.
I closed my eyes
and let myself drift away
to a place where all the colors glowed
in a way I have never seen before.
I knew I would find him there,
waiting,
like he always did,
and once again I was there
in his arms,
dancing the night away
until the sun came up
to wake us from our reverie.

Marie

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Numbers

Another day,
Another name,
A new tally
To tick off a chart.
Another face
Burned away,
A new score
To a losing fight.

Another home
Lost a life.
Another burden
On our minds.
Another prayer
On our lips.
Another angel
Has been given wings.

Marie

This is for everyone out there who has lost a loved one to this pandemic.