Forgive me, it's been quite some time since i"ve written anything

[macmomma]

To Live in California, but not be Californian

I put you up on the pedestal
You were the teacher of truth
my strength
the one who would have taken the city in your hands
and pealed back all the layers of
perfection
fearlessness
and beauty
to reveal the small, shivering child who lied within
The forsaken child who cowered away from even its own reflection

But how can you
when you do not even have the will to pluck your own beautiful petals
from your withered stalk?
You simply became apart of the painting
the canvas filled with
glitter and money
cell phones and "love you, mean it"s
expensive cars and beautiful people
The trophy wives
trophy husbands
trophy friends
the power handed out based on who you know
and what morals you are willing to give up
the easy love and meaningless marriages
the people who claim to "really know themselves"
The glistening golden thin layer of cloth
that hides the warped and knotted wood that gives the picture its shape

It is left to me then

It has always been me

Stepping into the light
squinting, trembling, and exposed
I take on the warriors with their shields, armor and weapons
poised for attack
I hold my sling and solitary stone
and aim with shaking limbs
at the towering giant