Ice Water For Tears
Published: 2002 May 24
Categories: Ars Poetica, Icarian
I don’t understand. Why do you hate me so?
You tell me I am not on my own,
That I have no foundation, and don’t think at all,
That I have no personal thoughts to stand by.
But I’m not going to let you stir-fry
My identity, not yours to take, twist, or torment.
How dare you judge me and try to take away Me.
So what if I only exist to serve others?
So what if I only think of them and not myself?
So what if my only beliefs are beliefs of others?
How dare you jail me in your condescending smug,
Squashing the weak ones around you like a bug,
Dissecting souls underneath your bleeding cutter.
But you cannot sow the seeds of weeds that will clutter
Up my roots, my heritage, with those another.
I am permanent as the water,
And no matter how many times you slice me up,
I am still ONE!
I am a changling that fits the container,
Become your colder shoulder and icy heart
Serving to shred your confining prison apart.
Then I will bind you and surround you in my cell.
Your slow attempts to escape
Is met at every chance you make
Until you’re forced to realize you might just die,
But no… why?
I’m compassion surrounding you, the tears you cried.
