|Don't Burn the Bridge if You Don't Know How to Swim|
She wasn't born selfish,
just damaged and subject
to the warp and woof of
chemicals woven in her brain,
believing her tough luck
was someone else's fault,
even when the burned match
was smoldering in her hand.
All the watching for signs and omens,
calling the psychic channel late at night,
did nothing about the moment,
just left her wishing for a future
that cannot come until she recognizes
the voices in her head as the cry
of her own inner child
screaming for help.
Today I join the ranks of the lock-changers,
unwilling to carry a banner
for someone obsessed
with a backpack of grudges,
carried like a cross with a banner,
Now I am the one she reviles,
vitriol spilling faster than she can type,
pretending the words are fierce anger,
not her own starved heart
overwhelmed with sadness once again.
She lit the torch, I set it to the wood
and watched it light the sky.
I didn't even blink when she went down.
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