Tempest Child

December 20, 2011
By Ilana_F SILVER, Deerfield, Illinois
Ilana_F SILVER, Deerfield, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking."

I was born by the sea with my eyes open,
my thoughts as electric as live wire,
clear and accessible as stone
and unwanted
as God in a sinner's den.
The sounds of wave battling cliff-side,
mother nature's nocturnal battering ram,
drowning out the sounds my mother made,
light through potato skin, discovery,
as she tore at her hair in resistance.
And as I emerged from the church doors
into white-hot oxygen
a piece of me fell away,
so softly that I never even reached
mottled, transparent fist out
to catch it
as it dropped back inside of her
so that we became what the other never wanted:
her too much, and me not enough.

The author's comments:
I've never had a turbulent relationship with my mother or anything like that, but everyone has had the feeling of not fitting in or being unwanted or feels like they might be a "disappointment". For me this poem was kind of an exploration into perspective: how the seemingly unconscious actions or words of others can send us spiraling into self doubt.

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