Victory at Frye Island

me
I stood
Bleeding      out
Looking at the nothing
in the mirror
When the final battle
ended.


You said it started when
I stopped wearing my hair
                          down
gained the F r e s h m a n
           f i f t e e n
bit my nails
too
short
and started drinking.


You said it started because
I had a bad ATTITUDE
lacked RESPECT
REJECTED those who loved me
and DISMISSED GODLY WISDOM!


Losing
       was easy.
Surrendering
       wasn't.


What I didn't say was
you’re not worth the fight.
I stopped
loving you
when you threatened to
                      KILL ME!
during the Battle of Central
                     Square.


The tide turned
at 
     Charles
The          River.
It was Independence Day
        and
when the fireworks ended
you told everyone
to leave
me
because I was CRAZY!
Frog Pond--Park Station--and a pay phone--were my allies that night.
Β 

I survived
and surrendered at Frye
                   Island.


I never saw you again.

It was a long time until I saw

myself
      again.

Like this poem? Check out another one of my poems: Romans 7.

This post was inspired by the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing With Space.

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7 thoughts on “Victory at Frye Island”

      1. It’s worth the effort for when I get to read something as raw as this.
        πŸ˜€
        It all comes back to why we read blogs. I have no idea why you read my drivellings but you do. I read you. You’ve no real idea why.
        We just do.
        Weird huh? But we’re both a bit better off for it.

  1. Glad you pointed me to this, I love it!… I totally get the surrendering being the hardest part. Still working on that. (if you couldn’t tell from my posts!) πŸ™‚

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