UNFINISHED BUSINESS

UNFINISHED BUSINESS

Words and Actions

Silence and Inertia

We never quite related

Didn’t even know how to try.

Then and Now

Memories and Oblivion

Yesterday’s history is today’s pain

Tomorrow’s suffering leaves nothing to gain.

Blood and Off-Spring

Friends and Strangers

We shared a roof,

But never under the rafters. 

There’s an elephant in the room

We’re strangers in the midst

I don’t know how

To let it all go.

Pride and Humility

Fear and Bravery

Neither reaching beyond the chasm

To resolve this unfinished business.

I see myself standing

On the edge of a grave

Underneath an Oak, Speaking to granite

And only hearing a hollow echo.

Deep wounds of hurt

Needing a healing balm

But on this side of the beyond

We’re still lacking the courage to speak.

It’s not about this.

It’s not about that.

It’s not even about the other.

It’s just blurred lines and unfinished business.

–rkt/mjr*

Here’s my confession: Words.  Words on a page. An ambiguous, free-form poem. My confession really is that there is no confession. My confession is that the words are themselves the confession, and the words, offering personal freedom.

*signed as -rkt/mjr, written dualistically by the pseudonym and author.