Old Rhythm Returns?

Today, I started writing, and I noticed the Old Rhythm* had come back,
And where once I had expected great joy to escape
On seeing that my words no longer resembled sharp blades,
or blunt clubs,
All I felt was disappointment,
Because I knew what it really meant,
And I know what it means.

It means the walls have come tumbling down,
And the gilded bars from the old cage** I once spoke of,
Have been turned into pretty curlicues
On a beautifully decorated house;
And then I noticed that this house, housed
No façades, and a Human*** really did reside within it.

Still, it all made me frown,
For every beauty is fleeting,
And new structures eventually venture
To Dilapidation****;
So, until then new Old Rhythm,
I’ll watch you carefully,
With my upside-down frown.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Friday, April 24, 2015. 13.25 hours.

* Rhythm
** Liberation


[Sometimes, I tell myself]

I know you better than I know me.
I’ve seen your thoughts, and heard your fears;
There are times, perhaps, when I’ve even been more afraid than you;
More afraid for you:
Afraid that you’d never see what I see–
The colour of your soul
(Sunshine-yellow, tainted round the edges in bitter-black)
Just a little smudged in crimson near the centre.

Yes, I’ve been concerned;
I am concerned:
That this battle you’ve fought
(This battle you are fighting),
Would take from you all that’s yours;
It’s hard to recall that this battle is after all only yours–
Difficult to mind my manners, and my tone, in this war of sorts;
The kind of war we once fought side by side,
‘Cept, now we’re enemies, with our guns drawn:
Snipers holding our breaths ’til the air’s gone, and the wind is right…

So yes, I’ve wanted freedom:
(Craved liberation till I could no longer think, or feel or function),
But not from you, only from these cages we’ve trapped ourselves in:
Titanium bars with platinum locks–
Cage “Don’t give”, and Prison “Don’t take”.

So yes, maybe I do want liberation,
But not from you, only from these bars.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014. *During the last minutes of Theories of Personality*