A Bridge (a poem about parental alienation)

Her teardrops sting .
The wind splashes them from her eye across her  cheek                                His lips are telling lies each time he puts on a smile.

She is a woman, inconsolably weeping.
He was her child, interrupted.

Both of them stand alone on a dock.
For over ten years they are browbeaten

with thickened tears that eventually do not fall willingly
(it hurts)

She has become a snake in the wild that was once tame.
He is an untrained champion fighter without gloves & unrestrained.

Her thoughts are stolen instruments that will never be played.
His wants are muted dub-step songs, quieted but so enraged

They wander through life, wondering..

what if it hadn’t happened that way.

She screams at night ..
He dreams of ending life..

She  is stalled – motionless – in her sentiment.
He is grown up – alienated – full of angst and discontent.

(each day they live as detached from themselves as they can)

With cynical views of the world

they both see others through misanthropic eyes now.
They do not recognize how paralyzing their pain really is.
Or how paralleled an existence they both live …
their lives are mirrored …
yet each day is futile at best to them….

The future is merely  a continuation of …

or an extension of …
      carried over
from a place so deep inside that they helplessly stand,
alone, on a dock
painfully remembering
& waiting
& wishing
They both have one thought…
if only a bridge were built for them to cross over
just one time
to reach each other again…
if only…
He does not know how she can still hear him cry
and all she wants is to tell him – he is not motherless.

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