This might not be a poem maybe just some thoughts. Maybe I am too comfortable being alone but I think that it is important for women now-a-days to not desire commitment at the sacrifice of self-discovery. The truth is there is no human that can complete you except for you. It is only in knowing loneliness and its beauty that you can understand what it means to be together with someone...not just romantically but in all relationships...cultivate the positivity associate with loneliness...make friends with it. Give yourself space.
The lake has finally frozen.
You stand at the edge and erase all memories
of the summer.
The trees are bare and
naked and shivering in shame.
A thin branch reaches towards you
as you hear the echo of the waves
and the fading symphony of the fallen leaves.
A suspended moment a quick breath
sacred reopened.
full.
It is your own.
In attic of your intimate ramblings
safe to run wild in the flesh of solitary grace.
It is your own...or him
that emptiness that brings full.
As the wind howls through
each molecule of crisp air
the layered eves of your hair
have begun to dance around your eyes.
You used to let it foxtrot the corn silk
of your school girl braids on your back.
Between the tomato plants and green beans
long ago
you were enough.
Between the rushes and the birch
right now
you are enough.
Between the seeding future and rooted past
you will be enough.
The vast silence of frozen water before
is not frightening.
The noiselessness perched in your head
is not restless.
It breaths you an elegy
Dear woman
Do not dread the mate of stillness.
Let its taste become your skin.
Find its hair on the pillow next to you.
Love him for all of his contradiction
the pain of alone and the pleasure of refuge.
He will leave his consistent
occupancy in the empty spaces
in your tooth brush holder
and vacant side of the bed.
For these few years he is yours
Only yours.
Let him know you.
Let him.
Know you.
Know.
Empty.
and
Full.
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