Introducing a new poem by Maxine Kendall.
By Maxine Kendall
Published February 26, 2007
Inside, the warmth embraces me.
Outside, so often cold and numb.
Or hunger for all I have lost.
Instead of walking on aimlessly,
I would float in the fluid of life.
Inside, the gentleness of darkness on my lids.
Outside, bright assault on open eyes.
Once I heard beautiful echoes.
Now the chord is broken and
Sounds penetrate my skull.
Then, my slow languid movements
Were anticipated and admired.
Just a heap of bones on a concrete bed;
My shivers are now ignored.
Inside, no thoughts to think of.
Outside, too many vie for my mouth's attention.
Safe and protected from within;
Comfort a heartbeat away.
How did I come from that, to this frenetic world?
I was never alone - for even a second,
And now I am insane with loneliness.
Inside, vanity and material things
Had not yet found me.
Outside, I feared they would
Consume me, and all of mankind.
My host gave me great comfort once,
And then abandoned me to the masses.
Not her fault, but mine.
Too much, for a gentle soul to bare.
The other chose to conceive and leave,
Rather than support the usurper of his love.
Fear and pain were not known to me then,
But a breath away lay a lifetime of both.
I am almost at the end of this long and dreary road.
How sad that the best months of my life
Were before my birthday. When once I was loved.
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