Clutter defines my surroundings:
accumulation intended to simplify
only complicates, suffocates.
I am roommate, burden, dependent
confined to a singular existence
no longer lover, wife, companion.
While I lament the past –
ghosts of horrors and indecencies –
he drinks to forget lost dreams.
We have vowed to mend the cracks
carefully secured our footing
and yet our foundations rots.
Is it our over-active need to please
or the cold civility of our interactions
that causes us to withdraw?
My mind drowns me with shoulds
that my body can’t possibly fulfill,
guilt flooding my conscience.
How do we reconcile this distance
imposed by so much tragedy,
right the impotency of loss?
Life rolls on and I with it
humour and meditated calm
wrangling doubt and criticism.
He wears the projections
of my dissatisfaction: unresolved
remnants of old wounds resurfaced.
I can no longer ignore my needs
and reel at the mounting imbalance
grasping for sustenance and equilibrium.
Pulling away, I stubbornly proclaim
self-reliance, hindering progress
endangering self for dubious promises.
These life-altered eyes perceiving
only disappointing, unpalatable options
grasp for an end to this perpetual ache.
I am lost, disoriented, tired
communication clouded by fear
I hardly understand myself.
There is no solid footing on
a voyage as rocky as ours,
no answers to allay uncertainty.
Now is not a time for walls,
tenderness alone will guard our hearts
and patience lighten the way.