what else need you say -
that you haven’t said.
Crushingly, my pillow fills with tears.
Who are you to brandish me
a torn flag who flutters in the wind
or a symbol burned upon the ground.
I may be lost, but no longer counting fears.
Carelessly you domineer
tethering me –
you tie my hands,
so I may never feel the truth - of you.
Dump me in the river – wash my years.
What fool I am to you
these outstretched arms
to catch your casting stones
my pockets may be full –
but no longer do I feel the weight of you.
I used to feel the water - but now, I stand atop the pier.