Framing the Past Storytelling

We know you -
We have seen you in your darkest hour –
Though you call upon God,
You seek us for mortal comfort
to release your guilt.
We have been placeholders for your frustration,
Your condescension
We see you in the quiet hours when no one else is looking.
We have become invisible to you.
We are like furniture,
Objects objectified
Valued only by currency and stamina.
We see you in our restive state.
We watch and
We wait.

On those darkest of days,

When I feel no one cares

In that funnel of doom

The loneliness

Overwhelms me

Consumes me

Makes me feel

Empty

Blank

Useless

Energy-less

Fruitless

Forgettable

Unaware

Of my place

In the Universe

Reserved for me only

Kept by a thin veil of prayer

Of those who went before me

The supplications of ancestors

Feeds and Fashions my spirit and

Makes me whole again

© 2010, Vicie A. Rolling