For the Women I’ve Lost

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Nothing scares me.

I’ve built my house around those who haunt me.

Brick and mortar rises tall—a keep.

The older I grow, so does my fortress.

Soon, I’ll be left alone to revel in my ghosts in peace.

Soon, I’ll be left alone, where I belong.

Soon, I’ll be happy in spite of mourning.

Soon, I’ll hold them, and be able to feel their weight.

Soon, we’ll throw a party in the house I built.

 

© Kindra M. Austin

(image: DeviantArt)

26 Comments

      1. Ah I have been busy in the consensual hologram laughably known as reality. I am good, I have written a few poems and essays, however the subjects and style have become ever increasingly obscure. Soon I will be writing about painters and poets who never produced anything in a made up argot. I see you have been very productive and are know managing editor of your collective. Wonderful!

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  1. Isn’t it ironical, sometimes we are in love with our pain and hurtful memories and recalling and recounting them makes us feel alive? This is my fav lines from he poem “Soon, I’ll be left alone to revel in my ghosts in peace.”

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