The Only Power ~ November Challenge Entry

Nov 22, 2006 12:39



Written to accompany this fantastic pic by Foo~Dog


Please see the Full Size Picture at Foo~Dog's DA Site
(Double click on her pic to see his face. It's amazing.)

The Only Power

I freeze.

Her stillness paralyzes me,
breath no longer
    brushing my cheek,
blood no longer
    flowing warm beneath my touch.
Heavy and dark,
an immutable ache leaches into me -
a poison - yearning and boiling my
    need to howl
    out a challenge,
an unanswered call to powers I despise
    for remaining hidden,
    refusing to face my fury.

Death laughs.

This death is a stranger, one that does not
    keep the comfortable distance,
    but presses close,
    weighting the air from my lungs.
Our enduring covenant abandoned,
    I feel the betrayer’s blade slip skillfully
    around armor and bone,
    slicing a path for black echoes
    bellowing into the dark space
    carved into my heart.
Mocking and bitter, death beckons me
    to that place
    where pain is irrelevant,
where I could look down at her body
    and see nothing
    but a casualty of chance.
I am tempted,
    the way familiar.

She cries.

One step forward
    to the promise of relief
and a wall of anguish rises before me -
    crumbling into my soul as I smash at it,
    desperate to move beyond.
I become trapped in a swelling
    maelstrom of self-loathing,
    swirling the remnants of my pride into
    her sorrowful wails,
crying out her torment that I would
    forget her so easily.
Frozen again, the tempest calms and
    our sadness falls
    around me -
    through me -
shredding me until I, too,
    have become lost.

I hurt.

My vain attempts at self-protection
    wound us both -
    like a slap at her soul.
A dishonor.
Stunned, I allow myself to be
    swept into the void.
    I am powerless to protect us -
    helpless to give life again.
I am useless.
My pain is the only power left to me.
Living with me now,
    it breathes on my cheek -
    flows in the beat of my heart.
For her memory -
    I will feel it.
For her honor -
    I will own it.

Thanks for all the help from my lj friends for concrit! For those who are interested, I recorded this on my own journal in a voice post.

nov 06

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