The Writer's Cramp contest entry for 2.15.21/ Stream of Thought Prompt |
I took a trip to my grandparents property in the mountains today Funny, I saw you in everything surrounding me A place meant for relaxing and play Turned into a catalyst for bitter memories Yet, I don’t feel anger and I don’t feel pain I don’t even detect the slightest disdain I can’t help but to laugh at the gentle irony Of sitting in a revered space, remembering your tyranny I decide to not mourn, but celebrate My newfound peace, my loss of dead weight Your narcissism once was poison Now not even a pestering gnat You told me you would always haunt me If nothing else, I could bank on that So I took a trip to my favorite place, a glistening, chuckling stream Shore nuff’ there you were, carrying out your scheme Yet I don’t feel haunted, this sacred area is still a dream You once held power, you incited fear Now even the deer can’t help but sneer So, along the stream, I’ve dug small graves For every skeleton you gave me How does it feel? You’re small as a pea You simply don’t make waves The rocks I skip across this river have larger impact than you, now a powerless single midge But I’ll be kind, It’s best for you we call it even Water under the bridge. |