I have to get this out.
Not the he said she said game of the past,
Loss all around us now.
Trees come in twos, the rope so tight against withered trunks.
And when the last leaf fell,
Who was there to see it go?

Fire eats memories of a happier time.
Consumes them and leaves a charred path of reconstruction.
And the halogen won’t even let the pain stay fresh;
Drying emotion with the energy of a light left on too long.
The blood of the materialist squirts from a paint can.

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
And I fear the evil of man,
Not a god who gains power through fear.
I won’t bow to such a false dictator,
Not when it is the world that troubles me,
Not when I know that heaven is something we must create for ourselves.

The sorrow of such a life
The incessant ringing in my ears
I know what you’ll say: It’s my fault
Always my fault
What have I done now?
May I take a step, Mother Mary?
May the sins of toady not be recycled on the generations of tomorrow?
Will the sun really come out tomorrow,
Or are we already so blinded by the buildings of capitalism that we’ve forgotten
What the sun looks like?

I remember it well:
Long days of childhood before I knew that people could be so cruel.
But even that came to an end
When I realized that money really does buy you love.
He tries every time to buy me, like he bought them.
And she can’t understand why he doesn’t love her, when she is so tightly held by her
Own self mutilation.
And we were born of this sick marriage of hatred, pain, and guilt.
The warped family values instilled into our feeble young minds are just now being
Washed clean.

And I stare down at what I’ve created.
A sign for change, hope, and possibility,
Without Styrofoam bowels blowing in the wind or glacial palaces
Merely myths of the past.
A place where I can rest my head under a green tree in the natural sun.
But the sign is taken down and the world remains black,
For we have yet to see the mistakes of our mothers and fathers as our own.
We have yet to be our own heroes.


Molly W

San Francisco, United States

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