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Turning Away:
A Haiku in Nine Parts |
What do you say, dear?
Will it ever matter, dear?
If you'll still leave, dear?
Will it ever matter, dear?
If you'll still leave, dear?
Once I said to you,
This is the essence of me.
You don't care, you said.
Boy or girl, it's me.
The body is not the truth.
Did it matter, dear?
Now, I end the pain.
Now, I match body and soul.
Does it matter, dear?
I come to you, now changed.
You turn away, it's not you!
But it is! Listen!
Dare to look. Please, please!
It is still me! I love you!
But you don't, you don't...
Brown-haired girl, it's me.
The body is not the truth.
Does it matter, dear?
But you turn away.
You deny our life, our love.
You say it's a lie.
I scream into space.
I die as my heart's ripped out.
I guess it mattered
to you.
Your sad Haiku
...this is so sad and all too real. The loss of acceptance and love....the last line...I die as my heart's ripped out...oh, Bobbie that is so painfully sad. Your work moved me to tears. Thank you for this, as sad as it was, since I learned more about the person behind the writing. 'drea
She was born for all the wrong reasons, but grew up for all the right ones
With much love and affection, Andrea Magdalena DiMaggio