Let Me Be Clear

January 31, 2013 - Posted by Gabrielle Nesiba at 1:38 PM
Let Me Be Clear 
 
The echo of your laughter
pierces my ears with surprising
volume and subtle force.
It remains with me long after
you're gone, for I carry it around
in my shirt pocket.
 
It doesn't way me down
but I know it's there
 with it's eternal mocking;
it's forever knocking at my door,
no stranger to me
than the tears that seep
through the thin armor
that covers my heart.
 
The rapping, the tapping, the stabbing
of your voice--it numbs me to my core.
If you're even aware,
you probably think I'm oblivious,
 but my guess is you're blind--
concealed by pride and surrounded by the crude
 others just like you.
 
I'm submerged deep in your pool
and treading water with all my strength.
I know you think I don't understand
but I'm not the fool.
I've built this wall for a reason,
and I won't let it fall now.
It stands tall towering over me,
but I can see.
 
I will overcome the freeze
of wintry storm, for the numbness
 never last long. Seasons always change,
and the rage in me stews and boils
with a heat much like molten lava.
I keep it suppressed because I've seen
 what it's capable of.
 
Just one single ember can reduce you to ash
and silence you forever.
No more laughter. No more echo.
No longer would I have to wonder
or be coerced into the spark that initiates your flame.
But if truth be told, you're nothing,
just cinder that remains.
You're a pawn in this ruthless game.
 
I choose to play.
It's brutal and surly and unrelenting,
but it's the only way I know how to survive.
I hear the echo and somehow
it gives me peace of mind.
 
My silence is my protection,
and I'll share with you only the reflection.
I can talk but you won't listen.
Let the silence sound your recognition.
 
 
 
Copyright © Gabrielle Nesiba 2011. All rights reserved.


Free

January 20, 2013 - Posted by Gabrielle Nesiba at 4:10 PM
Free
 
I lost sight of you
when I lost sight of me,
a choice I had to make
in order to be free--
free from my future,
free from my destiny.
A path of least resistance,
an option I chose not to see.
 
I was captive to my soul
and branded by your name.
I was cursed with the truth
and numb from all the pain.
Two open doors,
neither with any gain.
In sense, a dead end
in which both promised
nothing but shame.

You thought you were hurt;
you just didn't know.
The agony I felt,
I wanted to explode.
Yet, I felt guilt for doing what I did.
I had compassion and emptiness
hanging over my head.
I was torn, almost in two,
from years of hell--now my truth.
 
I've come to realize it,
but I'll never accept it
because I know what I could have had.
A better life was out there
and ripped right from my innocent hands!
So quickly I saw it all fade away
as you just couldn't keep up the facade.
It wasn't you, and it never will be.
I saw right through you
the moment you found me.
 
What hurts the most, though,
is when I look into her eyes
and see nothing has changed.
I've overcome what you did to me,
but it was hell getting to that point.
I still breakdown to this day,
but recover when I look around.
I pray she has that strength inside.
I pray she will come to realize
just what you've done to her.
 
She's lost sight of herself.
She's lost sight of you.
Her world is dark
and she's lost her way.
She needs to know the truth.
It hurt you; it hurt me.
But neither one of us
would be here today
if it hadn't of set us free.
 

Copyright © Gabrielle Nesiba 2011. All rights reserved.

Breaking Point

Posted by Gabrielle Nesiba at 3:13 PM
Breaking Point
 
The woman rose up in fury like
a rocket riding on a blaze of fire,
momentarily forgetting she
lived in a fragile bubble.
Her head pushed against the sticky film,
stretching it until the verge of penetration.
 
"I can't stand living here anymore,"
she said angrily.
"There is just too much pressure."
"Calm down! Just calm down
before you burst it," her husband yelled.
"We can't afford any more mistakes."
 
Looking away, she rolled her eyes
in frustration, then walked over to the
farthest side of the circle
in which they lived. She put her hand
against the film and fingered
that tattered patch she'd come to know so well.
 
For a few moments she only stared
as she imagined herself ripping it off, fast,
like one does a band-aid. She slowly began to
peel the corner up, then sighed and stopped.
Looking outside, she studied the world around her,
and like a child, she soon became distracted by what she saw.
 
The woman stared intensely at a boy
and girl who were sitting on a park bench.
They were oblivious to the life around them,
focused solely on each other, as if they were
trapped in their own bubble. She whispered
to herself, "If time could only stand still. . . ."
 
Moving all but a single finger, the woman
pulled her hand away from the bubble's wall,
pointing it in the direction of the two lovers.
She applied some pressure, testing the 
bubble's resistance, then a little more,
almost until the point of penetration. 
 
"What are you doing?" her husband yelled.
"Are you trying to kill us?
Never looking away from the young couple,
the woman let her hand fall to her side.
A smile formed across her face, and then
she said incoherently, "I will try again tomorrow."
 
As she returned to her husband's side,
he glanced up at her, confused, but he
did not push the issue; for she gently took
his hand in hers to initiate the peace.
He gladly accepted and countered
the offer with a loving squeeze.
 
 
Copyright © Gabrielle Nesiba 2011. All Rights Reserved.