August 10, 2010
By caffeinetalk BRONZE, San Ramon, California
caffeinetalk BRONZE, San Ramon, California
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Favorite Quote:
Nietzsche says there is no price for freeing oneself.

Your mother didn’t like noise
and there is cloth over your mouth.
You got lost in the forest, remember? But
no one heard your calls. For you didn’t call.
Instead, you bound your ribs with cloth,
to keep together your thin frame,

I found a job at the post office, just for
some pocket money, to play you
a song at the jukebox tonight.
I wish you’d sing but there’s that cloth.
Your voice was higher than all the birds when
there were still birds

Say, you’ve lived here all your life.
A package came to town, I’ve carried it
from house to house. I’m panting
under its weight.
no one knows where it came from,
or who to give it to.
You’ve lived here all your life, tell me
where to go. And try not to mumble,
I can’t hear you.

this package feels like a small child,
except it never makes a sound, it never cries.
I have a gun for a roar,
a garden hose for fire,
I have a tissue box for tears.
but maybe it’s mother didn’t like noise?
It would talk to you, if you come talk to me.

Your daughter,
who liked to play hide and seek,
and knew her way among the trees,
tore away the rotting paper.
she said it was wet, and that
it tasted like her mother’s face,
when she sings lullabies.

The author's comments:
I have heard about a girl who is trapped by the electricity in her mind, in depression. I have heard about how delightful she appears, that she hid her worries so well, only those closest to her knew that something was wrong. Some of us have a tendency to hide our weaknesses, to be ashamed by them, and to be embarrassed of revealing them - until we realize that no one can escape the damage of growing up, and if we let ourselves, we will all live with the glory of love.

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