Poem written 4-5-24.
If I had teeth, They would be clenched, Till cracked and sharp, Blood pouring from my lips If I had strength, It would be drained, Wrenched from me, By temporary tensions If I had a mind, It would be fog, My eyelid twitching, Thoughts lost to the dark If I could weep, The salted flood, Would fill the hollows, Of my burning eyes If I could scream, My throat would be raw, My voice wailing out, A thousand empty cries If I could speak, I would tell you all, Again and again, How much sorrow fills me But I don’t, And I can’t, So instead I am left, Silent and still Waiting on a miracle, Waiting on a shooting star, Waiting for that moment, I can be whole Waiting for that moment, Waiting for that sign, That you can love me, Again
Art: Paul Cézanne, “The Magdalen or Sorrow”, (~1868-1969)