Write the Stars
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 10th, 2007
The words etched on notebook paper, black ink, neatly printed, no diversion
From the choice to "speak to you" just one last time, the loud screaming is
Silent, the choice to unfold the paper and read my thoughts, without my
Presence is yours, and even if you put it aside, lock it in the gun safe it is
Said from a heart that has died a thousand times, struggling with hate as
The response when love is given freely, with innocence, for none here are
Perfect, without fault, defect, moments of uncertainty, and
Time is not only short but precious, and the single bird that
Sang her last song, merrily in the meadow, the flood entrenched
Grass pulling her legs down in mud, spinning her wheels alone
She went a route most traveled and old, a trip she did not want to make
Excuses are like confetti falling down in a blizzard of endless pain, the
Football field is barren, the last game played, the season over, and now
Alone in the stands pacing back and forth you stop, just to stare upward
One time at the single star standing in that velvet black sky, piercing your
Hardest heart to bleed one single drop of blood, do not cry, the rain falls
Cleanses and performs a rebirth of spirit, it has never rested in
Lies, unclean words of intent, "he said she said" promises that
Never came to pass, for if you love her then why did she go and
If she shook when you forced her away from "the man you are"
Did you expect her to remain, just to prove that she could suffer, or
Was loving her and making her happy just foreign, a language you cannot
Speak, a tongue of weakness (only to you) that would change life from
Isolated misery to rainbows, warm sunshine, days spent till the end with
Happiness the victor, the norm, the bed of wild daisies spread like fresh
Linen upon the bed, the mattress of life was far too comfortable, to stay
You left her even though you stayed here, you pushed her out
Blaming her for years before, years to come, and the present day
Blacked out, burned to the crisp, lost in the morning light and
The trials of our parents became the nightmares of our day
It is so, even now as the decision is made (through your anger) for her
To not be a part of you, to have rules that even prisoners could not obey
She is but a small, frail wisp of life remaining, she held onto a love so
Great, so true, that even now it sickens her body and her intellect to turn
Sadly, and like a graceful butterfly lift herself from the wreckage and move
Out into a world with no home, no place to rest, where soon she might die
She is surgically extracted from your heart, the scar will be faint
You won't remember her name, the years, or even the few days you
Knew for certain this was the one love blessed by God who is
All powerful, so what you say, so what, and you are mad at the world
Do you think I do not know, how it feels, to fight those demons twisting inside
Beating the good to black, and drying the soil of the earth to a fire that burns
Never heals the wounds inflicted, never to sleep or rest, to awaken lost in a
World with no map, and the people never hearing the truth around you, for
It is not truth, it is the self made lie, and there is LIFE (made to be lived)
The last breath of air I take is clean, for I give up, the child waves good bye..
I love you...
But who is that man screaming at me?
He hates me, a stranger...
He said leave, go, someone did...
Gone...she does not cry...
