Writing Wrong’s Pain, Part 2
After Dewi
She was fair but she wasn’t;
She was me in a different season out of time.
Love, she chose whose to keep,
And choosing wrongly she chose defeat.
She was me in a different season out of time.
Threats of pain on a bullet’s edge danced through her mind,
And choosing wrongly she chose defeat.
She never knew she’d lose those she wanted to keep.
Threats of pain on a bullet’s edge danced through her mind;
A crazy man on one hand, three good brothers on the other stood on the scales.
She never knew she’d lose those she wanted to keep.
Giving the brothers another day of life and breath was her only goal.
A crazy man on one hand, three good brothers on the other stood on the scales.
His choices in response to hers could have blown them all away with the scales.
Giving the brothers another day of life and breath was her only goal;
She hatched a plan, conceived alone in delusions of safety.
His choices in response to hers could have blown them all away with the scales,
So she chose the closest brother-friend, a target with love beyond gold.
She hatched a plan, conceived alone in delusions of safety,
And when the conditions were just right, she went for broke.
So she chose the closest brother-friend, a target with love beyond gold;
She lied with eyes wide open, denying the truth of what she felt, what they felt.
And when the conditions were just right, she went for broke —
“I don’t feel that way about you.” shattered four souls beyond control.
She lied with eyes wide open, denying the truth of what she felt, what they felt.
Agape and phileo were already there.
“I don’t feel that way about you.” shattered four souls beyond control.
Had she trusted God, eros would eventually have come.
Agape and phileo were already there.
Those never in fear of eros lived on and built their lives again
Had she trusted God, eros would eventually have come.
Love worth gold tarnished, chose life in death ending in forever death outside the realm of their God once shared.
Those never in fear of eros lived on and built their lives again
She too ran afoul of the crazy man, ran amok, and lived to build again.
Love worth gold tarnished, chose life in death ending in forever death outside the realm of their God once shared.
Yet her pain too lasts for a lifetime that never seems to end.
She too ran afoul of the crazy man, ran amok, and lived to build again.
A new man gives her the love she knew she needed but didn’t know she had.
Yet her pain too lasts for a lifetime that never seems to end.
She prays each day that God would wash all hearts and put them on the mend.
A new man gives her the love she knew she needed but didn’t know she had.
Love, she chose whose to keep.
She prays each day that God would wash all hearts and put them on the mend.
She was fair but she wasn’t.
— This poem is part of the Passing Pantoums project on Chalkboard. I borrowed a pair of lines from this pantoum: Fair She. This is also the continuation and ending of my own Writing Wrong’s Pain (Part 1?).
