Anima

My love

My unknown stranger love

Wondering through the depths of your mystery alone

I see you knee deep staggering through muddy waters trying to find a vine

A branch, a shallow pool

where that old reflection, your long lost dream

can once again emerge

from a deep restless slumber of shadowy remembrance

into the shrouded figure that wonders through the woods

the elusive crying beauty you once painfully mistook

for my face…

I can see you beg her for help

With the humble voice of a whispering willow

but her silent hands cannot give answers

they can only present you with the knife, blade side first

and sparing no smile for your misery

start to serve you with instructions to cut deep

and though your protests remain bare and blatantly ignored

she says she knows that you’ve been bleeding on your kitchen floor

for months

but that’s just the way it’s gotta be   

because eventually mirrors will kill you

unless you are prepared to see

and you want to get away but you stay right inside

‘cause your clothes are too heavy and your head is too wide

and the light hurts your eyes and you just wanna die

but it’s too early for that, there’s more pain to be had

you’ve to face your own fate, this is your own stale mate.

So you pick up the pieces

Of the face that you left on the old window pane

And you try to make sense of the meaningless puzzle

til you grow weary and angry and just want to give up

but that’s no escape route,

that’s no way up

the only way out is through

and it’s only up to you

to let go of the phantom and to own your own truth

have the courage to live in the way you once knew

before fear ate your heart out, and you left all behind

all ambition, all belief that one day you would find

that which you now know for too long was denied

and you want to get away but you stay right inside

‘cause your clothes are too heavy and your head is too wide

and the light hurts your eyes and you just wanna die

but it’s too early for that, there s more pain to be had

you’ve to face your own fate, this is your own stale mate.

-       Elyssa Vulpes 19/7/16