A psychic once told me
broad shoulders had I
and I suppose child I had
- be the example, be the lead,
- survive the touching
- survive those who say
brave
and those who say
should not have tried
But more was yet to come
- explore and resolve
questions of who am I
and then ...
then defend my mind and heart
to professional probers
- and hope my soul
may survive ...
And all the while
resist the intimate grasping of
brainwashing neolibs
groping psychopaths
and sadistic despots
trying to shatter my mind
into their sick dreams
of what a worker should be
- and hope my soul
may survive
while my heart weeps and bleeds ...
And then to take on
my shoulders broad
heart and soul - battered as they be
others to care for
duties and roles
to get them where and what
they needs must be
and what
they want,
and defer hopes of rest
while hope my soul
and heart may survive ...
And then hope
rising and flaring like a sun
breasting horizon at dawn
and thoughts may come
of heart's ease and soul's repose
- only to be robbed
as the world turns back on itself
and I wonder that I weep
- as my heart bleeds and my soul dies
and should hope dawn again
it be upon
a dry and empty husk.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2023 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)
