Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history ~ Plato

Monday, July 21, 2014

Mommy Issues

How does one compete

Against the comfort of the womb?

Warm, compact & cozy

Offers very little room.

I would not doubt if it was the case,

You ate the smaller twin.

That when you came into this world,

Screamed "put me back again!"

Coddled, cuddled, held so close

In mother's wanting arms

Knowing she would die for you

And keep you from all harm.

Excuses at the ready,

No matter time of day,

With you it's not "what would Jesus do"

It's "what would mama say?"

I'm sorry that it took so long

For these curtained eyes to see

That this farce was never about

You and loving me

How long was I supposed to stay

Just this certain way

Did you check with mama first

Ensure it's all okay?

I'm here now, just for you

A wet and willing lover

You just want to take the couch

To tell me of your mother.

Natasha Head

Friday, April 18, 2014

Stupidity & Foolish Me

You left me hanging more times than I can count
Not once have I let go.
You've forgotten me all together
Still I waited
And smiled upon your return.
You've shelved me for shinier trinkets
As though I didn't know
With the nerve to call me out
On my own distractions
You've made me doubt
The only thing I've ever liked about myself
The killing blow
For a heart as soft as mine.

Natasha Head