Her Voices

Looking at you I see her face

Through all these years, just waiting

It all catches up to you when you slow down

I'm back in that yard, tasting that shame

Of pushing her down, Of kids and her games

...their strongholds

We had a bigger world - we had a better view

I guess I never fully realized then

What she lost when I cut that loss

So she filled the void with unearthly friends

Voices of hers - greater... than us

We had a bigger world - we had a better view

I wish she'd never told us about her voices

We were strong, we were much too strong

Never forgive - never forget

We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore

We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole

Glares and eyes - whispers and notes

Attached to her every pose

We fed her shouts

For the collection of her voices

I was too weak to collect

But so, it turned out, was she

Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss

Their ugly truth

Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream

And I closed my eyes

Were her eyes in yours already when we met?

Am I still paying debts to recover Life?

Now I can see she proved to be right

As she was called down

It's sad though...

...that I turned out to be one of her voices.