Tick tock, it counts down.
Time always offers a hand,
not a helping one.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Tick tock, it counts down.
Time always offers a hand,
not a helping one.
I spotted you from afar
and it took only a minute
to see you as you are.
It’s not so hard to see
with not just your heart,
but your soul upon your sleeve
exactly who you are
and just how much you need.
I was busy stealing your heart
while you were taking my breath away.
Two thieves lost in the night,
we went our separate ways.
If ever our paths should cross again
I will know better this time around
to lock up what’s important,
and keep my heart safe and sound.
Cats are known to be
Agile as they perform
Tasks that require
Abilities possessed by
Sacred creatures who
Think on their feet,
Ready for anything…
Oops! Who
Put that wall
Here? At least
Each time we land on our feet.
Your fancy footwork in the ring
was almost enough to distract me
from the left hook you sent my way
that still glanced, ever so gently,
the atrophied muscle that sat
within my chest for so long
and refused to beat even once
until your left hook, made me strong.
Painfully adept
at figuring out the end,
I forgot the start.
The past has a funny way
of becoming the future you never wanted
mainly because you tend to stay
stuck in the hell seared on your brain.
If only there were a way
to escape the prison you’ve created
then maybe I would be obliged to stay,
but your hell is not my future.
It seems odd that rejection
is what people fear more often
when acceptance is the weight
that sits heavily on your shoulders
daring you not to fuck up
and claiming much of your soul
which should belong only to you.
Biology has denied me
a younger sister it would seem
but where biology fails
fate reigns supreme.
We share not the same blood
but this matters not
because a sister in you
is exactly what I’ve got.
The earth moved below my feet
as the dishes rattled their own beat
and the ceiling shook, raining down
as the walls crumbled to the ground
creating ruins instead of grand
structures that used to stand
before the never ending assault
that questions, who’s at fault?