The Repentant Magdalene ~ George De La Tour
The street is a river I drown in…
Floating in concrete I hear
the cries of broken dreams
writing their epitaphs across my skin.
No one throws me a life line.
Is there meaning in meaningless?
Who toe tags our lives with definitions
when our actions don’t play well in their boundaries?
My mind swims through a sea of perceptions
where waves of another’s understanding
crash me against mirrors void of my own reflection.
There is a threshold somewhere between sane and insane.
I don’t know if I am drowning in madness or if
the collective verbal condemnation is simply noise.
Clawing the skull cap that houses my essence
I try to find the center of who I should be,
but it morphs into something else as soon as
imagination becomes bored with where I am.
I am forever chasing shadows with a pen
to capture their words so others
can see the voices in my head...
such is life lived in ink stains.
©Susie Clevenger 2014