Penelope

It’s in the news now,
But next week 
It’ll be another.
The last one is forgotten, replaced by the next.
But we carry it in our hearts, it weighs us down.
Another story, after another,
After
Another.

Beware of windy mornings
For the wind brings lost feelings 
And unsaid words. 
Tread carefully, little one,
Watch your tongue, sit up straight, 
Beware of the wind. 
Watch out for its vexed grasp.

If I was the rain you were the hurricane
Crashing through unsuspecting me. 
With your gusts and thunder 
Me, so full of wonder. 
I never knew
I had been waiting my whole life to get swept up by you. 

It’s hard when I never really knew the real you. 
The illness clung to you, pulled you down and you were lost. 
You didn’t know the years of tears that were cried for you. 

In my dreams, I ran through sage fields
And swam through glassy seas
All in an effort to save you 
To lift you from your knees
I didn’t know I was being deceived. 
Before I got to you I was swept up

Your sudden reappearance in my life is surprising and exasperating. 
We cut ties, and I was left utterly alone, don’t you remember?
After you I was alone in the prison of thoughts I had built for myself.