Monday, April 29, 2013
For Andreas
My words stood like a fence between us I had put up a straight, firm line of pickets, the unyielding truths as I felt them, and he had crossed them with a wooden resistance, the obdurate truths as he saw them, and we nailed them together with the steel of hurt pride
We gazed at each other through the cracks
Precious glimpses of vulnerability
More often, thick burlap flashes of years past
Our memories, the fabric in which we had clothed our lives, were mantles we labored under
A comforting warmth
A suffocating weight
Clumsy, patchwork veils that chafed
We tried to break through
Apologies and promises tossed like bricks
But they were never strong enough
We stood on our respective sides
Bent under our burdens
Worn from our efforts
And loved as best as we could
Through a barrier we had built too well
© All Textual Rights Reserved By Kristiana Bennett 4/29/13
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