I set down, my favorite seat <br />facing north, a symbol of freedom- <br />a new country was before me, laid out <br />a stellar map of earth and wood, God's country. <br /> <br />I was founded that day, a new wind rose within me, <br />telling me to venture there, to go beyond <br />that which had held me at a distance. For so long, <br />I begged for death in mindless ramblings, <br />thoughtless prayers to God, or someone more unwilling to listen- <br /> <br />At this point, the past matters not, did you know that? <br />I glanced from my seat towards the crack in the window, <br />a matrix reborn of itself- mirror image <br />I, the elect heart, who forged it all with a tear. <br /> <br />I remember, I used to tear at your seams, invisible, <br />you rarely notice the way I move, or sway through this room <br />like a ghost's reflection in a well of water- <br />I see the past this way, <br />you notice the ripples, don't you? <br />and I, the voice of one wind you can never answer. <br /> <br />I walked the cemetery, last night in my dream, you were there <br />standing beside your tomb, the rock had moved, been rolled away <br />and it was I now, laying in the grave- <br /> <br />you were always more angelic, more full of something- <br />I dare not call it life.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tearing-down-the-marble-arch/
