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Soon

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photo credit: Heather Lenz

photo by: Heather Lenz

Soon

Who are you to tell me
what I need or who I am? Point out each
supposed flaw

When I am a tree, still & quiet–
barely alive among your wreckage.

You pick my fruit when I feel warm &
leave me barren. It is always winter
when you sit on your throne in my shade

like a winning god who fools everyone. &
you devour all that is left of me, even the sapling,
that once grew beside me.

The lightning in your eyes severs my
branches, those that once reached
toward numerous stars & gathered
windswept rain.

I’ve become rooted in your
corroded soil. I am full of rust now,
stories & wisdom too painful to name.

You go about your days feeding
off the last of me. Soon
I will burn to the ground.

Soon.

& few will know or understand
what started that fire. They will
shake their heads & say

“A damn shame about that odd tree
that stood for so many years”

Then they will probably shake your hand
give their condolences,
& walk away.

-Heather Lenz
Feb. 2016

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Souvenir

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Souvenir

This old favorite shirt,
sits in a box somewhere.

I remember wearing it for you,
always curling my hair, cleaning
your house, giving you my body
on nights we danced together,
& then again at dawn, before

you’d leave for work. You were
supposed to be the better one–

the one who knew tenderness,
the one who didn’t hurl insults.
Definitely the one who didn’t
stain this shirt with my blood

or have me in stitches at some
local ER.

Your jealous Tequila rage
is what I remember most now.
The shirt, a souvenir that reminds me
of all I can no longer endure, from
anyone.

I was too fragile for your angry,
calloused palms. You crushed me
in your fist, & my heart just
fell away…

-Heather Lenz

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Stuck Here

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No beauty & I am tired of you, your voice. Yelling, then nice, then yelling. No poem could express the impact

Of all these years; our child, confused & trying
to be a man.

I despise you for your hate, which in turn makes
me hate you. That is not my nature.

I want to kick the sky down & see a flurry of
sparrows, crows, seagulls. I want them to gather me

& lift me away, far from your voice or your reach.

-Heather Lenz Feb 2015

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