Caesura

I recently cut someone out of my life as completely as possible unfortunately it came loud from a Big Bang, the final nail in the coffin, loud, messy; now all is peaceful and quiet, relaxed until there’s a poking at the boundary. That’s what people do when they won’t leave you alone, when you’re done with them, closed up shop, quiet, certain.

Anyway I wrote this poem about it. You realize you need to not participate, which is tricky with dangerous people who messed around with your head. People out there walking around, fooling the rest.

You gotta figure out the path of least effort when they won’t get out of your peaceful graveyard and think they can bring flowers to the place. You don’t pick up the flowers to throw them out. Nature will take its course and they’ll get eaten up while you’re focusing on something important- your life intact without them.

A Caesura is a Latin word for a literary device used in the middle usually of a sentence to indicate a bigger pause than a comma or dash. What I didn’t know was there’s punctuation you can use for it, 2 lines that are a perfect image of the metaphor I’m using it for and for what it is.||

That’s the punctuation. I’m shocked I’ve never noticed it on the keyboard or learned it in English.

Here’s the poem.

Title: Caesura

I cut this person out like

A tumor:

Caesura ||

I’m not a doctor. I’m an artist.

Tear paper, can’t cut a straight line…

I peered over the edge into nothing and jumped.

There is no grief ||

when there’s only relief.

There is no grief ||

when there’s nothing torn.

There is no grief when you carve a safe space-

So empty, so whole ||

So silent.

Space||

Finally||

Space||

There is no grief when there’s only relief.

Caesura||

For so long I was sitting hiding in the dark closet as a kid feeling shoes crunching on my back in the corner of my mind while I moved along with Life.

I forgot it was completely Mine:

My Life||

Caesura.

Now I can stretch out long.

There is no grief when there’s only relief.

There is no grief when you’re not hiding

From something frightening.

There is no grief when there is no fear left. It comes back when they push; I’ve built a strong wall, gotta have faith in myself for the first time, take big steps.

There is no grief when you get up, the tumor gone, whole again.

There is no grief when there’s only relief.

Caesura.