Golem
Oct. 17, 2013
I no longer see her
in my head
when I close my eyes
the way I did back
then
when here face was everywhere,
an unavoidable catastrophe
I could not escape,
me, not her,
we all making her
into something we
wish
rather than what she
is,
and then,
she strives to live
up to it,
when nobody can,
when we looked passed
her
as something other,
someone else,
a figment of imagination
we have shaped her
into,
a golem who haunts
us,
disappoints us,
and turns us into something hostile
we never intended to
be,
we, part of a parade
of people
who march through her life,
carrying our expectations on ourselves,
which mount on her back,
a burden so heavy
no mortal can beat,
and in the end,
she can’t live up to
what we want
and we become
the stuff of nightmares
that wake her
and shake her
and make ourselves
someone from whom
she must ultimately escape.
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