Exodus

by Karla   Oct 20, 2015


She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls,
avoiding linearity,
stretching over
the repulsive night.

i am afraid when her eyes
is a force against me
and release the past in
small clouds of self-pity.

we are together beyond
any human emotion.
maybe we are a knot.
a symbolic union,
maybe.

she's smashed.
i pick up the pieces,
and try to glue
her dangerous brain.
i can hurt myself:
it's a sharp weapon,
a silenced pistol.
it's her self-flagellation
haunting us.

and as
the uninvited light of the moon
invades the room taking us
hostage, i shout at her,
shivering inside,
vomiting words
i myself don't believe
anymore
because she's my flesh,
my absolute pain,
the face beneath my face.

karla bardanza

for my daughter:the light of my light

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Mind blowing. Karla, you have this unbelievable ability in communicating with readers while writing perhaps some of the most personal poems.

    The connection one feels with the way you place your words and emotions, and the way you play with metaphors is mesmerizing.
    From the very 1st few lines to the "Face, beneath my face" this poem did not cease to move my emotions.

    A daughter mother poem could never be any less touching, could it!

    Well done

  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Mind blowing. Karla, you have this unbelievable ability in communicating with readers while writing perhaps some of the most personal poems.

    The connection one feels with the way you place your words and emotions, and the way you play with metaphors is mesmerizing.
    From the very 1st few lines to the "Face, beneath my face" this poem did not cease to move my emotions.

    A daughter mother poem could never be any less touching, could it!

    Well done

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    JUDGING COMMENT:

    I must say that this is a very haunting write filled
    with a self discovery journey and the magnitude of
    its pain emits within this poem. Its like the writer
    is caught within the writer's "killer" world and that
    itself drags her down and locks her up inside a
    black hole. But there is always light at the end of
    the tunnel and this case the writer's daughter.
    Children do have an innocent way to bring out
    the smile on a mother's face.

    The ending:

    because she's my flesh,
    my absolute pain,
    the face beneath my face.

    ^^My, this one stunned me. Instead of using
    the words mirror etc, it just sandwiched me, I felt
    I was looking into that mirror, that inner self.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations on your win this week. A worthy win indeed.
    All the very best
    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    Mesmerizing to say the least!