Epiphany

Poetry by Melissa Mercado Kama

Sway

Pendelum hold

look past, head down

and frown. Jealousy of memory,

I want to be me.

Grieving a death,

heavy like lead

with shame,

Shame at the doorstep.

Scales, justice topples

always leaning left and left

refresh my mind,

Memory’s not so kind.

Proper and smart

I let her into my heart

it was cold in there,

not like the thirties and forties

degrees of measure

measure me in weight,

in pain and experience

I would be heavy.

Light like a feather

light of night

Light of my life

gets a beating.

Beaten like me

pummeled into grown-up land

caressed out the child

and love was dirtied.

Clean up the mess

Year one, two and third.

Flirt with madness

then cure the hurt.

Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009

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