#OctPoWriMo – Day 11 – Disable



During the healing,
the green ladies said I could
dance in my dreams
and it would be the same
as dancing in the rain
after the first week
in the new town,
where mud filled the streets
and truth be told,
where it all went down

Downhill is how I ended
up on this makeshift massage
table      I drank the art of
dancing and closed my eyes
too quickly as the carpet
turned to sand

   The boys just watched,
were you surprised?
They’re wasting time
trying to show me
what makes a man


Mud, and it can be
washed away      The
healers say I’m purified
They can feel my
organs shrinking
I feel what it is to be
a bubble

   (“You girls are nothing but trouble”)


One of the emeralds looks
like a poet I admire
Her eyes are what I take
from this impromptu session
I promise to dance my way
through all of life’s lessons
She knows it will always
be better in my mind

Now we’re out of time
and it’s desert dry,
the verdant landscape
is no more      Dancing
shoes replaced with
comfy slippers and
hiding from unexpected
knocks on doors

Recovery is a journey
with no end in sight,
but you move with its rhythm
because it feels better
even if some things
can never be made alright


© Jennifer Patino (2017)

6 thoughts on “#OctPoWriMo – Day 11 – Disable

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  1. Amidst the hopelessness (“no end in sight”) is the presence of shades of green. And though this struck me: “Now we’re out of time
    and it’s desert dry,
    the verdant landscape
    is no more ”
    I have a glimmer of hope as green represents new life to me. Thank you.

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