the beautiful way

this is the most beautiful way to share all the ugliness inside the rotten seeds you planted inside me somehow bore fruit my skin cracks and peels like tight yet relenting earth to let loose the green and razor-leafed vines who’s only petals are the tear shaped drops of blood i leave behind with every tearing step. mother, sweet mother after all these gardens i have run through trying to escape from you your green thumb still finds it way to where it hurts the most. "good gardening requires great balance" rows dug up in lines like soldiers healthy seeds and fertilizer and sharp, well oiled shears to cut away and sever imperfection, disease, and most importantly anything that ruins your carefully planned and delicately choreographed balance. "because Jesus was too good to judge, i must sacrifice myself and commit that holy sin in his name" and he could not have chosen a better avatar with grace and balance and no mercy you applied those twin swords to your chosen one cutting away any tarnished leaf and all imperfect twigs until i was perfect just like you- a bare and barren leafless tree choking on vines in a fading garden that even Jesus has forgotten.I wonder if this poem worked in the way I intended it to. Being so close to the subject matter, it is hard to tell if the relationship between mother and son are properly expressed. Does anyone have any suggestions? Written July 9th, 2001 © on Jul 09 2001 12:59 AM PST   0 • 9