UNFAITH
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 The Book of Possibilities |
I have no more faith in the cards;
about you at least they lied --
betrayer, misuser of words
not to mention of wine, women and song.
what more foul act can there be
than to promise where you cannot deliver
romance where you have no heart to give
and why do I deny you first as friend
before i reject you as a man?
the cards, they lie
where they never did before
and so my heartache grows.
to be betrayed by a new friend is pain enough
but to lose as well my oldest solace
is grief past comprehension
I kept the secret close
and perhaps that was my crime:
to hide the message in the cards from you
to believe that life would carry us
in the fullness of time
to the place they opened up before my eyes
like the chance of paradise
in an earthly incarnation
but I kept their counsel to myself
and tried instead to behave
as if the potent forces I had come to trust,
the voices of the greater web that binds us all,
did not tell me that you were to be special to me
to be important
to auger greater strides
in life and love
the touch of the world on my sad heart
that used to be all joyous,
that used to believe at least
that the message of the cards was sound,
is salt-bitter and rough-raw
like meat on the butcher's block.
so is my love for you
and to deny the pain is to deny myself;
to leave the cards behind is to tear myself apart,
to walk away from you is to leave the soles of my feet behind
still firmly planted at your door
as i wrench bone and sinew from skin
and walk on naked flesh,
knowing that although my footsteps are clearly marked in living blood,
you will not follow.
you never understood where i led
or that to offer a hand was something i did
only because of my faith
in the cards i now reject
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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