This winter is hard upon my spirit
Peace and happiness have dropped like Autumn’s leaves
And leave me stripped, like the naked trees---
The dragon is redoubling his efforts to incinerate me.
I guard a great ghostly castle, but the dragon can squeeze in
Through many dark passages and crumbling walls.
I flee him, seeking only to evade his fire.
His mind deftly parries with mine, and I am trapped in battle
Not of flesh, but of spirit.
I rise, tired, in the black winter morning and hurry to the factory
And there, alone with my work and my crumbling castle,
I battle the dragon with all my strength.
I fight against him even as his evil sinks into my mind
Like the fangs of the cobra sink into the flesh of the hare
He has my soul
But I deny him my heart.
I rise, spent, in the chill of winter afternoon
And journey home, empty and thoughtless.
I prepare the supper meal
I deal with my husband, by whom the dragon seeks greedily to slay me
Drained, I fall into bed for a few unconscious hours
Then, the dragon rises and torments me in my dreams.
I rise in the black winter morning
I am living a nightmare
I no longer struggle to maintain sanity
It comes and goes
And I now longer care what happens in this slow nightmare
Day after day they slide into each other
I pretend I am not the participant, only dream that I am
Nothing to love or lose
I only dream that
How long will it take for this ghost house to crumble to ruin?
What is my next evasive tactic to hide from the dragon
And to hide the dragon from the one I betrothed my love to
So long ago
Oh, my soul
It is all at stake
The Old Man can not hear me weeping!
I cannot reach him
He is not aware of the war raging craziness, is he?
Him by whom the dragon seeks greedily to slay me
Is there anyone who could deal with this monster?
All my fears and furies
I lunge at like a trainer with a whip
And they scream and wail like infants
I force them into submission to hide them
From all these people who cannot help me
From my husband, who cannot help himself
By whom the dragon seeks me
Until, when I am alone, I am overwhelmed. Who could understand?
When the dragon leaves me alone in contempt and disgust
I dream
Of nothing
Nowhere, un-dependent of the world and its two devious hearts
I dream
Of spring
The fairy tale of warmth on spirit
No comments:
Post a Comment