Sunday, July 16, 2006
vegetable laments
we used to talk, God and i
any kind of talks. i couldn't hear Her voice but i listen and nod
we used to fight, God and i
only because i loved Her enough to fight
and the silent treatments were serene and gentle and calming
but then i drifted. i thought i've grown up
and could decide things by myself
like i need to put myself in vegetables shoes
in order to know the difference between the fruits and the flowers
so we stopped. because i let go.
then the mute tone became so loud i cringed my forehead
it was hard to listen to what i was supposed
there is even this kind;
the kind of silence that can only be heard when others talk
it is not a good feeling, leaving.
but i should consider Her feeling, being left.
i hope when i let go, God tied a string around my waist
for me to turn back and climb up. again. again. again.
while we begin talking and arguing all over again
maybe my sister had a point,
i also don't like how heaven and hell are in between God and me
Posted by nidya at Sunday, July 16, 2006
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