Now I’ve really done it. <br />I’ve flayed myself open like roast poultry <br />For all to see, <br />With not even the wishbone left for my efforts. <br />Wandering haplessly down the path of myself, <br />Something hooked my heart, <br />Reached in to grab my spine, <br />And took hold like cholera, <br />And now lies content rattling my bones <br />And lighting my flesh afire <br />With little or no advanced notice whatsoever. <br /> <br />In a vain attempt to drown out the echoes <br />Of pain, pleasure and poetry, <br />I plunged myself headfirst into reality, <br />Only to find myself surrounded <br />To the point of vertigo <br />With life, death and leftovers. <br /> <br />At long last, upon surrendering <br />To the endless stream of subject matter <br />Which torments me, <br />I have stopped struggling to swim <br />And have learned to enjoy the ride when tide is high, <br />Hold my breath when it gets rough, <br />And thoroughly appreciate the feeling <br />of floating against its weight <br />When all is calm. <br /> <br />So for those who stand on ocean’s edge, <br />Unsure and trusting your life to that <br />Child-sized rubber bubble float, <br />I say one thing: <br /> <br />Come on in <br />The water’s fine.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/done-for/
