I reach into the depths of myself
and pluck that certain something which makes me Me,
beneath the surface I am swimming,
searching for something that signifies,
which best expresses my essence.
Is it that particular pitch of
laughter which resonates within you?
That characteristic flick of
hair out of my eyes
because I needed that haircut months prior?
Or my grasping onto your arm,
oh, how I needed the support from you,
when crumbling and falling apart
you were there.
Darling, we have patched ourselves so hastily,
from broken and battered to healed with wefts
and super human glue –
Tarzan would be proud –
Of our issues we seem to have
it’s no longer you and I
but us together,
an entwined pair again at last.
In pulling myself apart,
in making myself experience discomfort,
in making me try to bring forth that
which had become hidden,
I knew I must draw myself forth,
melt away the layers of my hesitant heart,
for the good of ourselves,
to fix what had come undone.
But, the rusty handle of the gate
had been squeaking,
begging to be oiled.
I attend to it lovingly,
with my brightened laughter and smiles,
you observe my work while you
attended to the rusted hinges.
the gate is salvaged,
it no longer sings,
though, it glides,
view the beauty and smoothness it casts
upon new memories now created
by the hearthside.
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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