Flux
for brogan
Change is forever
when it happens at 4:24 am
she is no longer me
whoever I was
thought or knew or wished
I could be
she is no longer me
This she I hid behind,
in a few hours
of the hardest labor of my life
woman's work
my work,
I don't need her anymore
you can call me mother
wife, daughter, or friend
I don't mind
I won't run
He is me
and he matters more
to me now
than she ever did
Change is forever
when it happens at 4:24 am
she is no longer me
whoever I was
thought or knew or wished
I could be
she is no longer me
This she I hid behind,
in a few hours
of the hardest labor of my life
woman's work
my work,
I don't need her anymore
you can call me mother
wife, daughter, or friend
I don't mind
I won't run
He is me
and he matters more
to me now
than she ever did
posted by Melissa at 12:17 PM
2 Comments:
This is not exactly what the assignment calls for, but it's what you're getting, what came out. It's about the pre-brogan me, obviously. Also, it's in reference to my much loved use of third person. Not to imply I won't write in third person again...This is my first foray into poetry since the boy was born.
Hope you are well. I look forward to your posts. Please excuse any typos as I'm working fast before sleeping prince wakes up.
I like this new "she"--you--I miss the old/new you, too!
The boy is wonderful--and worth a million poems.
I love the ending:
He is me
and he matters more
I feel/know the truth in that.
Welcome back!
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