Day 6

Wow, six days already. We’re off to a great start. Nearly a week finished. So tonight, a poem. Yes, I know, I already did a poem, do we have to have another one so soon? Yes. But why? Because I said so, that’s why. Seriously, though, sometimes this project leads me forward into places I didn’t expect to go. Sometimes they are familiar places that I avoid because of pain. Sometimes they are unfamiliar places that need to be explored. Sometimes I don’t know exactly what they are. Tonight is one of those. This is not where I expected to go when I sat down to write. I had something all planned, something ready, and then…this. So here it is.

THE SHAPE OF THE WORLD

 Tonight I have nothing to say.
The shape of the world is strange.
The smell of the world is different.
The taste of the world is bitter.
Tonight I have nothing…nothing.                 

 Dreams fall like dust from the sky,
Blow like dust around me,
Blind me,
Choke me,
Dreams have no meaning anymore.

 The world I was shown…
I watched it as I grew,
Waiting, waiting, wanting.
Wanting to be part of the world,
The world that was beautiful.

 I stepped out into the world
In my spike heels
And my straight skirt.
I caught my heel in a hole
And I fell.

My dreams shattered,
Broken in the dirt.
I tried to patch them up,
But they were mangled beyond repair.
The world shifted.

 I watched the ones who were allowed dreams.
They stomped through the world,
Taking what they wanted,
Leaving nothing for me.
They lived my dream.

 The door shut in my face.
You do not belong here.
Go away, little girl, you have no place,
You have no right to dream
In a man’s world.

 The shape of the world is strange.
The smell of the world is different.
The taste of the world is bitter.
The beautiful world, the shining world
Is a world not allowed to women.