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Friday, May 13, 2016

Destruction Has An Antonym

A knife tongue chipped at mortar
until my soul couldn’t bear the weight.
The destruction of brick words
piled around my ankles,
can’t, won’t, ugly, impossible, failure.

It was hard to see the horizon
when my eyes were eating dust.
I had clung so long to the tail of comparison’s coat
I was threadbare, bruised, lost.

Somewhere in a glass half full of ashes
my spirit learned to breathe without air.
Stripped down to truth I began restoration
by silvering the mirror with my own reflection.

I claimed my quirks, normal is a vacant lot,
and imagination deep enough to drown in.
I stopped chasing someone else’s shadow
or trying to squeeze myself into a bitch’s tongue
just because she liked the pain.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


telltaletherapy said...

Very impressive and imaginative poem - and especially love the line:
"normal is a vacant lot"

Kerry O'Connor said...

This brought a lump to my throat, Susie. The destructive force of words can be brutal, but I love how you turned it around to a positive, self-determined force at the end.

brudberg said...

It takes such strength to start again from the bottom... Brick words... Yes I have heard them, I hope I have not said them.

Stacie Eirich said...

Does it take such violence, or near violence...to get to the heart of things? To be able to strip bare, as you do the words in this poem? This hit me like the bricks you describe..are we saved, then, by imagination? by art? Or are we merely a vessel for it, to impart upon the next? You have given me many questions worth thinking about. Thank you for sharing, Susie.

Hannah said...

This is visceral - deeply felt. That trap of comparison is such a pilferer of identity. Well done, Susie.

Rommy said...

Really wonderful. I love how it builds from stanza to stanza to a triumphant conclusion. You played with the words so beautifully.

Jim said...

I like your self help formula for restoration, beginning "by silvering the mirror with my own reflection." A decent self image goes a long way towards happiness. Ruining ones self image is the starting point towards destruction of the soul and for gaining painful, hurting, control of that person.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Such a vicious battle and so beautifully won by sheer will of inner strength. A mighty tournament happened here and the beautiful soul wins.

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