If last night never happened
Then why am I so scared,
To look down and see the damage
Of my tights completely teared?
If last night never happened
Why do I feel remorse,
For the things I cannot remember
And everything that was forced?
If last night never happened
Then why do I weep so much,
About what I could have done
Had I not have been so lush?
If last night never happened
Would I still feel the way I do?
Would I think the victim a coward
Because she decided not to sue?
If last night never happened
Then perhaps I could still trust,
That every look that I receive
Is not a look of lust.
If last night never happened
Then tomorrow would not be
Another day to get over
The self-image that I see.
I would be well-rested in the morning,
And each emotion would be captioned.
But all of that is gone,
Because last night really happened.
*a poem by Emily Street*
Hello Emily,
ReplyDeleteIt was a joy to meet you this evening, then, and now. You are an old soul waiting to fly and I appreciate you sharing a bit of energy my way. Thank you.
"last night happened"...
We make history every moment we're alive (and maybe beyond), and as soon as we've made it, we begin the process of re-writing it. Last night always happened, however that will be, but the how and why can change.
But it takes time...
I like the feeling in your poetry. I can feel it as my own. That's how I can tell if music and poetry are good,
for me.
Your mystery is not a mystery to me in my empathetic body. Please share move.
B....
PS: I've never done a blog before so I'm going to hit the "Publish" button as see what come of it".
Hmmmmm